I was so happy. Your mother was going to let us be together and be happy. She was even giving us parenting advice! It was fitting but she didn't need to know about that yet. I knew you were still worried, despite the relief evident in your warm eyes. But this was a step in the right direction.

I looked over at you as a warmth burst through my chest, so powerful it made me gasp. It spread through my being until I felt light as air and I couldn't understand why you looked so distraught. Your mother was helping us!

You ran forward and I held my arms open to catch you and comfort you. But instead of an embrace, you passed right through me. How the hell did that happen?

"Why have you done this?!" you yelled, pain clear in your voice. A pain I could not bear to stand and would do anything to take away. But as I turned to where you were crouched on the floor, I couldn't do anything for you. I was too shocked at what I found.

You were crying over my body, holding me close and kissing me in the hopes that true love would somehow fix whatever was wrong. But it made no sense. It wasn't me you were kissing. I looked from us on the ground to Cora still standing behind me as dust fell from her hand. From Cora I looked back to you again. Your mother was speaking but all I could hear was a rushing in my ears as a staggered back with a hand over my heart.

But my heart was gone and I was gone with it. You were crying over a lifeless body that could no more wrap its arms around you and keep you safe and loved. Regardless, I tried. I tried to pull you away from the body but each time, my hands simply fell through you. I had to content myself with just crouching next to you and hover my hand over your back, pretending that I could feel you under my open palm.

I couldn't comfort you. I couldn't wipe away your tears. I couldn't kiss the frown away and I couldn't protect you from the despair I was sure the angels could hear in your crying. I couldn't do anything. It was the worst feeling imaginable. I was so close yet so far. You were in pain and there was not a single thing I could do about it.

A hand was suddenly protruding through my chest and I looked down to watch it claw into your arm and pull you up despite how much you wanted only to remain where you were. I stood and turned to watch. What else could I do?

"You will be Queen!" your mother told you. "Raise your chin and move on. You think you love him but that love will fade."

That love would never fade. I had seen it at its fullest. I had felt it and I still could. No one could possibly love like you do. But with the greatest love came the greatest pain. A pain I still could do nothing about.

You couldn't speak, couldn't argue with your mother. You were still in shock at what had transpired. You let her wipe away your tears, though it wasn't near as tenderly as you deserved. You deserved all the love in the world and this woman wasn't capable of it. But what could you so? Despite her lack of love, you loved her. She was your mother after all and you couldn't understand why she couldn't love you. But it wasn't you. It never was you. She was just incapable of it.

When she pulled you from the stable, she didn't even allow you one final look. I turned my head over my shoulder to see my body one last time before I followed the two of you. I wouldn't leave your side. I would never again leave your side. Even if you didn't know it, I would always be right next to you.

Your mother dragged you upstairs and to your room. In her twisted version of being a mother, she tucked the covers around you and pressed her lips to your brow. It churned my stomach to see but I couldn't do anything about it.

"Rest now, my dear. Mummy will take care of everything. Tomorrow we have a long day as we begin our preparations to depart for the palace."

You barely acknowledged her, just a small nod. She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction but something allowed her to let it go. "Love is weakness, daughter."

How could love, a love so beautiful, be weakness?

"True power endures."

True power was nothing if you were not happy. Power would eventually fade but I made a promise that I would prove her wrong. Our love could transcend anything. I would never leave you, even if you couldn't see me.

Cora left and we were alone. I crossed the room then and I lay down on the bed behind you. My ghost of an arm draped over your waist and I moved as close as I could. Neither of us could feel each other, you still didn't know I was right there with you, but it was the best I could do. I held you close as you cried yourself to sleep. It wasn't until after you were unconscious that I finally allowed myself to cry. I cried for my death. I cried for the love we lost. But most of all, I cried for you.

A/N: So this is just an idea that came to me in the middle of the night and completely experimental! Let me know what you think, I have some great ideas for this if it's well liked enough.