Okay, I'm going to be honest here: I feel like crap. I'm getting over my cold, but I have a really bad stomach ache right now. It feels like a sharp feeling in my upper stomach. I'm also really tired. I've also been feeling kinda depressed lately (but I swear I'm not going to let that get to me). It just kinda sucks to be me right now! *laughs weakly* Enthusiasm is hard right now.

Thank you all so much for reading and for your support! (It's not hard to be enthusiastic about this!) I'm sorry that this is a short chapter, but I felt like writing something and I felt like this was all I could write for this chapter. Leave a comment (I have a feeling a lot of you will want to ;)!

Kiren- haha, I do it to annoy you. ;) Thanks for the review!

Mhpropp16- it seems like you're trying to tell me something. Do you want Nat back or naw? ;) haha. Thanks for the review!

PrincessIndia- the best part about this review was you stated a strong opinion, and then followed it with "...I think." XD Thanks for the review!

enjoy! -ReadLikeYouMeanIt

This is my first thought, No. This is my second and third thought, No. No! How could he blame himself for this? If anything, this is all my fault. How can I fix this, though? He's going to tell my dad. Dad's going to know. I have to stop him. I throw the door open, re-entering the palace from the roof. I run as fast as I can down the hall. I skip about three steps at a time as I run down the stairs. I slip a few times, but I don't stop reading. I run towards Dad's office. My legs burn like crazy at this point. My side feels like it's going to explode. I just ran down three stories of stairs and two extremely long hallways. It doesn't help that I don't do this often, either. I see Nat getting close to Dad's office. He's about twenty meters away from telling him. I sprint as fast as I can, and I eventually crash into him. We stumble over and he eventually falls, dragging me with him.

"April!" He snaps. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Nat, you can't do this!" I say, pinning his arms to the ground as I sit on top of him.

"Yes, I can! This is my fault. I've committed treason, and I deserve to be punished."

"No, you don't! This is in no way your fault! If it's anyone's fault, it's mine! Please don't do this!" I beg him.

"April, will you please let me make my own decisions?" He struggles a bit, but I put all my strength into it and I keep him pinned.

"Nat, you don't deserve this. You know you'll be sent to jail or worse. I can't let you do this."

"Who says?"

"I do." I say confidently. "Not as the princess, but as a person who truly cares about you. I don't doubt that you'd go through with this for me, but please don't try to prove it." At this point, I'm desperate. I just can't let him do this.

"April, I don't want to make this worse for you. You have a public image to maintain. If I'm out of the picture, it will make things much easier for you. I want you to be the best Queen you can be. You just can't do that with me in the way. Please, let me leave."

I stare into his eyes, trying to find an answer. I don't want him to be miserable, but I don't want him to leave. Do I let him go, or don't I?