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The End

Gil watched the beautiful white coffin being lowered to the ground, roses and other kinds of flowers being thrown while the coffin was being lowered, deeper, and deeper, until it was no longer in sight. Heather was crying, and the others were comforting her, gently rubbing her back. Vincent was crying silently, looking at the white coffin wordlessly, Jacqueline at his side.

Gil stood alone, away from the others, surveying the scene.

His dad and mom were seated at front, listening to the priest with utmost attention, the priest saying all things about how she was a kind hearted soul; how she was just human, just like any other human who made mistakes, but in the end, she just wanted to be loved.

He got a bouquet of flowers and laid it on the newly soil filled grave, and walked away silently, hands in his pockets, walking away from his family, his friends, and the guests who were mourning her death.

Even from afar, the crying could be heard. Gil couldn't help but remember the nightmare that was last night, and he could still hear the gun shots in his mind.

The sight of blood. The sound of gunshots. The healers coming, running, desperate to bring her back to life.

The panic they felt.

As the healers came that night, Gil was on the ground, kneeling, knowing that there was nothing they could do for her.

They couldn't save her anymore.

And the others knew it.

There was blood, so much blood, that nobody knew what to do anymore, not even Vincent, or Heather, or him for that matter.

As he neared the castle, he thanked the heavens above that they had survived such a nightmare even though they did have someone die, someone who was probably innocent; someone who was just an innocent victim of love, just like him, just like Vincent, just like Jacqueline.

It was all over.

He went up the stairs, occasionally looking outside the windows, and looking at the sight of the priest leaving, and the guests coming to the house for some snacks. He looked at the view, and he realized that it was too nice a day for such a nightmare, such a funeral. The skies were blue, the sun was shining, and it wasn't too hot, nor was it too cold.

It was just right.

He continued up the stairs until he reached the hallway, determined to get to her room, and pack away her things.

He was halfway through the task when he felt somebody's presence behind him.

"You should be resting," Gil said, not looking up, determined to pack the last of her things away.

"So should you. You had a bad day yesterday too, you deserve the rest."

Gil felt someone hug him from behind, and suddenly, tears made their way down his cheeks. Gil turned around and hugged her, silently pleading her to support him.

"Sh-sh-she could have been…"

"I know."

"She could have been my mother, Sara. If Lurie just stayed with her, she could have been my mother, and Heather could have been my sister."

"But she isn't," Sara gently said. "She's not your mother, and you're not Heather's brother. Life didn't go that way, and even if it did, you would still be Gil, no matter what."

"I can't stop thinking about the 'what ifs', Sara. What if life did go out that way? Would we have met? Would Adelaide have succeeded in bringing down many thrones?"

"Stop thinking about the 'what ifs', Gil. It didn't happen, it didn't go out that way, and it didn't change you. Gil, just come to bed, and rest, okay? I'll be here."

"You're not even allowed to stand up, Sara. Come on," Gil said, accompanying her outside Adelaide's past room, to his own room.

"I knew that I could convince you to go back to bed," Sara said, chuckling softly.

They got inside Gil's room, and Gil gently laid Sara on his bed, smiling at her.

"I'm glad you survived. Really, we haven't had much time together, and I think that if you would have died, I would have died with you," Gil said gently, afraid to disturb the calmness they felt in the room.

"That's just exaggeration, Gil."

"I'm serious, Sara. I love you," Gil said.

"I love you too," she said with a smile.

Gil took her hand in his, smiling at the diamond ring he had put there while she was being healed by the healers.

Sara saw where he was looking, and smiled.

They looked at each other, Gil's bright blue orbs staring right into Sara's very own brown eyes, and smiled softly.

At that moment, everything was perfect, despite the funeral, and the death of Lady Adelaide.

Those didn't matter at all, because for them, all there was, was Gil, Sara, and their love for each other.

And to them?

That was enough.

Epilogue

A smile.

"You have to be kidding me, Sara."

"I'm not, Dorothy. And I'm scared. How am I going to tell Gil?"

"Why did you have to tell me now? On your wedding day?"

"Because now's the only time the dress doesn't fit!"

Dorothy shook her head playfully, chuckling at Sara's obvious distress.

"The others are coming now."

"Good, are they prepared?" Sara asked, still looking at the mirror, worried.

"Sort of. They're in their dresses already."

"The bridesmaids and my maid of honour are now dressed and styled into perfection and yet I, the bride, is still not dressed! What am I going to tell Gil? I can't fit into this dress!" she panicked.

Dorothy laughed. "Calm down, Sara. I'll just fix the ribbons so that the dress won't fall of your body. You just have to find a shawl or something to cover up the skin."

"I have a veil, don't worry," Sara said, relaxing.

Catherine knocked at the door, opening it slightly. She smiled, looking at Sara. "You look wonderful."

"Thanks," said Sara.

"It's time, Princess Isabelle."

Sara nodded, and Catherine exited with Dorothy, seeing as they were first to walk the aisle.

When it was finally her time to walk the aisle, she walked towards Gil, smiling as she did so, looking at him with a loving look.

And after the wedding, on their reception, Sara would whisper to Gil while they would be cutting the cake.

"I'm pregnant."

And Gil would smile at her, and they would share a kiss so passionate, and yet so loving, in front of their guests which would be smiling at them and their adorableness.

And they would forget all the things they had done wrong, all the drama they faced to get to that moment, and smile.

Because life had only just begun.