Love’n’War A Crown Princess who secretly and accidentally falls in love with her Royal Guard, and it all started in the Forbidden Forest. Where the Crown Princess survives and ends up becoming connected to the Beast of the Forest. Will the Crown Princess choose her love to rule by her side and possibly start a war, or will she make a marriage alliance to save her kingdom? The choice is hers to make.
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They came in and checked his pulse. They said I had to let him go and that he was dead, but I couldn't, I wouldn't. I can hear my mom crying behind me, but I stayed strong because I believe that he isn't dead, just sleeping. I stayed seated by my father, holding his cold hand. "My Lady... you have to let go... he is gone. Now, may he Rest In Peace.",stated the Physician. It pissed me off hearing him say those words. "Don't you dare speak ill of the King! He is alive and well, he is just sleeping! Now I demand you all to leave this room at once!",I yelled. They all walked out of the room hesitantly, leaving me once again alone with my father, yet it felt like he wasn't even in the same room as me. "Father... you can wake up now... They are all gone. And I'm still here with you. Please don't leave me... I can't loose you now. Wake up... I said WAKE UP! NOW FATHER! WAKE UP!",I cried. He still laid there, lifeless, cold. I got up to blow out the candles because I thought that maybe he'd wake up when it goes suddenly dark. He will wake up because he isn't dead, it's just pretend. I mean, he is really good at just pretend. I mean, he is really good at playing dead. I blew the last candle out and it was completely dark. The only light in the room came from the moon. Everything else was pitch black and cold. I walked up to father's bed and he still hasn't moved an inch. He was still as cold as death itself, he still seemed lifeless. "Your not going to wake up are you? Because you really are dead. No, you can't be dead, I won't allow you to die. I forbade it. Your alive just unconscious and cold.” I cried. I walked away from his bed and fell to the floor, unable to control my own body. I laid on the cold, dirty floor, curled up in a ball, and I cried. Finally accepting his death, finally accepting the fact that he is really gone. He is dead. He is gone. And I can't do anything about it. "He is dead", I mumbled, barely speaking. I repeatedly said those three words as a rocked myself in the dark, cold room.
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