This chapter continues right where the other chapter left off. Sorry nothing happened in the last one!

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All I've seen since 18 hours ago, is green eyes, and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind making me feel. - I found this amazing singer from back when we used to be the "United States of America." Her name is Taylor Swift, and her song "Everything Has Changed" is currently stuck in my head. Especially that one line.

Because it's true. Except, my Prince Charming has brown eyes, and it's only been 10 hours. I think.

And we all know this person's real name.

We are on the roof, lying in rows of sunflowers in the garden, so that we should be staring at the bottom of the hopeful flowers. Instead, we stare at each other. The full moon shines softly through the flowers casting flower-shaped shadows and a slight yellow glow on us Our breaths freeze for a second in the air, fading into nothingness. Our hands intertwined tightly, our bodies close together. His jacket wrapped around both of us.

And his face, his deep brown eyes and soft smile as he looks over me, committing my face to memory.

My blue dress, hugging my curves gracefully, and flaring out.

And the emotions inside of us. Running high. Love, trust, fear, hope. I accept them all, even if I don't quite understand them.

I mean, what can I do to stop them?

To quote Taylor Swift once again, Your eyes - wider than distance. This life - sweeter than fiction.

Ever since 11:00, we have been out here, on the rooftop.

We danced on the roof as the city lightly faded, we sat and gave each other words as the world fell asleep, we sit and glance at each other as we are the only ones awake.

No one else matters, it's just Alexander and Clarissa.

But - there are still things that have to be said. Eight letters, to be precise. Three words.

I lean in, my body asking what my voice cannot. He kisses me, not at all soft and gentle this time. Also, this time the spark comes in full first at once, not growing and starting slow. This kiss is hungry and feverish, and I get so hot that I push the jacket away, not breaking the kiss.

We gasp for air, breathing hard. Not looking away from each other's eyes.

Being a Prestige hasn't gotten me to be scared, or coddled. So I make another first move.

Three words. Eight letters. Set in stone. "I love you." Unbreakable. Everlasting. Enchanted. A tale as old as time itself.

"I love you too." Powerful. Door opening. Timeless.

Growing. Young. Old.

Passionate. Just like our next kiss.

I feel like a five year old princess with a box of glitter.

His Royal Highness, Prince Alexander Schreave of Sarrione, loves me.

Me.

And I love him too.

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Thank you to mooniva for suggesting "A tale as old as time itself"!