Somehow, we manage to spread the news fast of the Princess's survival, of the Queen's lie. It became known how the Queen had wished to hide the truth, that her bloodline had the potential for metahumans and that her own daughter had manifested abilities. The Princess had been quite loved in her childhood, and people were devastated by losing her light-hearted spirit. Her mother's name was tarnished in light of the truth, and since she was now of age following her birthday the people of the land decided they wanted her to be crowned.
It's a whirlwind of people, in and out. A good deal of the townspeople trying to get close, begging for forgiveness for their crime against the crown, against the princess. Even Edith and Maureen are among them, although I think they are just trying to save face, most likely an attempt to get to me again. It's always the same with those two, and many of their friends. The amount of time I have with her becomes limited, and I have to fight for it.
"Caitlin." I catch her, pulling her with me into her library to get a moment of peace. "You've become so busy, I can't even get a moment with you anymore." I brush her hair out of her face, my fingertips ghosting her skin. Her face lights up in a smile upon realizing it was me who had pulled her away. "Ronnie." In greeting she leans up and kisses me softly. "I've missed you too." She says, our lips inches apart, her own fingers trailing over my cheeks softly.
"You know," I start, and find that I am unable to stop myself, "I've been wanting to ask you something."
"Yes?" she tilts her head, smiling softly, encouragingly at me.
My tongue feels tied but I manage to get the words out, "Will you marry me?" My stomach is in knots now as well as I wait with baited breath for her answer.