"I never thought I would have someone sit on the throne beside me." Dante spoke, a slight echo repeated his words back to him. Charlotte's attention turned back to the King. She had forced herself to look behind her, to where he stood. "I've been sitting on that throne alone, for two years. I never planned to have someone beside me, it had never been a priority for me to find you." Charlottes heart sunk at his words, hurt flashing behind her eyes. Dante caught the flash of hurt that went over her face, his heart aching as he told the woman he was destined to be with that he had never wanted to find her. He took a few steps forward, his body pulsing with sorrow -- he never wanted to hurt her. "One day, you will sit beside me on those thrones, having every responsibility and burden that lay on my shoulders, shared with you. Every duty and sacrifice that I make, you will make as well." Dante paused, his navy eyes flickering to Charlotte. "I am Dante Xavier Lennox, the fourth King of the Lennox bloodline." She found herself mouthing his name, almost as if she had been practicing it from the day she was born. Dante watched Charlotte, his eyes softening in admiration. "And you, αγάπη, will be the Queen of the people, as well as my Queen." Nothing beyond the stars would separate the two souls that had been paired together, even if either of them had wanted it.