p class="MsoNormal"She snuck home in the early hours, trying not to wake the huntsman. It was too late; he had already heard the Harley on the gravel. He had been worried sick about her, she hadn't been answering his calls and he'd been waiting for her since 4am. She wished that she could tell him where she had been but she was too afraid to lose him. The huntsman had become accustomed to the positive fame and all the fangirls he received. She believed that she could've easily saved herself, but if he hadn't been willing to take the glorious throne she would never have gotten such a perfect husband. Even though she loved him with all her heart she knew that he could never find out. She didn't believe in dependence on men but she loved him so much that she knew she couldn't bear to let him go. She told him that she couldn't sleep so she had been for a walk to clear her head and had forgotten to switch her phone on. He didn't really believe her but told her that he was glad that she was safe, especially with the paparazzi going insane on her recently. Ah the paparazzi, she had forgotten about them. For once she wished that she could go back to the days before fame and fortune where she could leave the house and no one would give a damn. Suddenly her mother popped into her mind, she immediately regretted the thought. She couldn't face the guilt it brought now, or ever. Pushing all thougts of that terrible night out of her mind she told the huntsman that she was tired and wanted to go to bed. The huntsman wanted to question her more but knew that she would immediately know something was up if he did. He would have to wait till morning/p