I was petrified, not for myself but for him. At that time I had no clue what was happening; all I knew was that my beloved one was gone as soon as he placed the crown on top of his brown locks. All I remember is reaching out towards him, fear engulfing my every movement. There and then, I had reached to him, the real him who was locked away in the horrid golden crown. Seeing me must have made him regain some senses because he quickly took off the crown, sanity rushing back to him. Though he too, was afraid.

I was left cowering away, swallowed by the same fear that I saw in his eyes as well. There was nothing left to do at that point, at least that's what I thought. Soon after I left him, my beloved soon to be husband. Not for myself, no, for him. I was determined to get him back to me.

Those eyes, those eyes were ice cold. No matter how much I looked to him, he was already taken away. Swallowed by that golden crown, held onto by it's tight grip. That day I did not see my soon to be, I did not see the man I loved so dearly, I saw a monster that was being born.

The accursed crown that took him. I promised myself I would do what ever I could to bring him back to me, back to our life. That day I set out, set out for what felt like an eternity of research, and I did it all for Simon, my prince.