goodbye my almost lover [dario]

[annalie katarina of sweden]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 407px; border-left: 20px solid #bb7744; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Goodbye My Almost Lover, Goodbye my hopeless dream I'm trying not to think about you Can't you just let me be, So long my luckless romance My back is turned on you Should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost lovers always do One of Annalie’s favorite things about Sweden was that it was never really very hot. It wasn’t a dreary country, but it never experienced heat waves or rose higher than mid-eighty degrees. So, in late August, it was warm enough to be wearing shorts and a shirt, but if she wasn’t so accustomed to colder weather year round (thanks to freezing Vineheart in Rexford), she could slip on a sweater if she so desired. But, as she was a very busy girl, she was always on the move, and so her body didn’t need the extra layer of clothing. This was the case as she very nearly burst through the doors of the palace in Stockholm, where her mother chose to stay during the summer holiday. She’d returned from Africa more than a week and a half ago, and of course had been on the run ever since. Shopping, late garden parties, store appearances – all were expected of the only heir to the throne. She sometimes wished she had a sibling simply so they could subject to the media and take the load off her, but she appreciated the luxuries she had and new that many girls in Sweden killed to be a princess. Annalie had expected to spend time with her mother the last few weeks of the summer before she was to return to Montana to attend the University there, but unfortunately her mother had spent the better half of Annalie’s return home in meetings with the Council. Even though this made her disappointment, she knew her mother had a lot to do, and the Council had never been a very flexible group of Swedes; when they wanted a meeting, they wanted it right away no matter what. Her flats were silent on the marble floors of the first floor hallway leading to the main foyer, and she dropped her bags on the ground, her blue eyes searching for any sign of life. She called out for her mother, and a moment later there was static on the intercom that was throughout the palace, and she heard her mother’s thick Polish accent speak out and call her up the second floor, in the main meeting room. Annalie rolled her eyes lightly. Another meeting? What all did the Council have to discuss? She moved lazily up the long winding stairs, and when she made it to the room, the door was open, and she leaned against the doorsill. “What did they have to say this time?” She asked her mother with a playful smile, one eyebrow cocked. However, as her gaze focused in on the hunched, tired figure of her mother, her smile faltered. Her mother turned to look towards her daughter, her hazel-green eyes – typical of the Polish monarchy – grave. Annalie’s eyebrows furrowed as her mother frowned in her direction. “What’s wrong?” Delfina shook her head, and motioned for Annalie to sit down. But the girl stayed frozen in place, suspicious of why her mother was so upset. ”Annie, I have bad news. For you.” Okay, bad news Annalie could deal with. But just how bad was it? “What kind?” She asked her voice miniscule. A million thoughts ran through her mind: was it something regarding her deceased father? Or her friends? Had something happened to her cousins? Was the country in a crisis? Her mother sighed, hesitating to tell her, and then answered in a soft, pitying voice. Annalie heard what her mother said. She knew what her mother was saying, but her mind refused to believe it. “Come again?” She asked, barely able to speak. ”You have to break things off with Dario.” You have to break up with Dario. Breakup. Dario. She froze, her heart growing cold, her fingers and toes and every inch of her parting slipping into numbness. She stared at her mother, who now had a worried look on her face as Annalie’s eyes grew wide, her lips trembled, her breathing slow. “…what? Why?” The hurt in her tiny, nearly inaudible voice was evident, and she watched as Delfina closed her eyes briefly. ”You remember your father and I telling you that you wouldn’t have to take the throne until your late twenties?” Annalie barely nodded. ”Well, now that your father is gone, things have changed. Because you were so young when he died, the Council agreed to have me remain dowager Queen until you were of age. That meant that when he turned eighteen, you were to take the throne.” Her mother paused; watching for a reaction, but all Annalie could move was her eyes as they blinked slowly. ”Obviously, you are already eighteen, and still a princess. Last year, in early August, I was able to persuade the Council to wait past your eighteenth birthday and they agreed to wait until you had graduated. But, now that you have plans to attend a University for higher education, I wanted you to be able to have that experience before taking on the responsibilities of being Queen. I wanted you to be normal for a little while.” There was another longer pause. ”The Council is much harder to persuade these days. The reason I’ve been in meetings this whole time was to negotiate longer time for you before taking the throne. I asked that we hold the coronation off until you graduate University, but the Council wasn’t so eager to cooperate this time around. So, they made a deal that they would allow you to wait until your 21st birthday to become Queen, on one condition.” She stopped talking, almost as if her throat was choking back the words, and Annalie’s lips trembled further, her eyes pricking with tears. Finally, her mother finished. ”You must be married by the time of your coronation.” It felt like her entire body was ice cold, like she would faint any moment now. It felt like she could barely breathe, like every one of her bones was breaking. She had to be married by twenty-one? Now it made sense why she and Dario could not be together: she had no siblings, and the only sibling he had was sure to be married to the Finnish prince, and become Queen of Finland. Dario was taking the throne early anyways. Annalie had been kidding herself into thinking everything could have worked out. They’d been kidding themselves getting into this relationship. Without a word, Annalie turned and rushed down the hall, moving so quickly she was sure she would trip. She vaguely heard her mother cry her name, but she didn’t stop. She flew down the stairs and out the door, hopping into the limousine that always stayed outside. She screamed at the driver to go, and watched through the windows as guards rushed behind the quick car, trying to catch up. The limo driver, who she had named Bear, glanced back at her through the rear-view mirror, but said nothing as she motioned for him to driver faster and faster. In ten minutes they’d made it to the private airport for the Royal family, and Annalie was sprinting down the runway to the private jet, watching as the pilot scrambled inside upon her arrival. She rushed into the plane, told the pilot where to the trip would be to, and promptly curled up into a ball on the long plane seat. Tears were streaming down her face, as she hugged her knees to her chest, her breaths coming in low sobs. She and Dario couldn’t be together anymore. She couldn’t be the only boy she’d ever loved. Eight hours later the plane had landed on the landing strip of the Danish Royal family’s airport in Aarhus, where the Marselisborg Palace was located. She knew the Danish royal family spent their summers at this particular palace, and so she expected the family to be there. Something inside of her told her they were. She hailed a taxi, knowing she would go unrecognized here, and in five minutes the car was in front of the palace gates. It had begun to rain heavily, and she sighed. How fitting. She leaned into the intercom, telling the guard there who she was, and she knew he recognized her immediately, as she always spent summers with Bethany. She hurried out of the car, her clothes quickly becoming soaked as she made her way up to the palace doors, where the guard slipped inside to request of Dario’s presence. Her arms were wrapped around her body, her eyes and nose red from the tears that continued to fall down her cheeks as she waited, dreading to do what she was about to do. TAG: DARIO LOMBARDI OF DENMARK, outfit, :( IT'S REALLLLLLY LONG, sorry!

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[dario]

last c h a n c e for one last d a n c e
‘CAUSE WITH YOU, I’D WITHSTAND

Summer was the start to everything, everything in his life seemed to be in order now. Before he had walked around like he had been lost, while always giving a flawless impression of an easy carefree guy he had always felt like something was missing. It took him realizing his feelings for the Swedish Princess who was also his best friend to make everything fit in place and even though the beginning had been rocky when he had admitted his feelings and she ran away he would do it a thousand times over if it ended in the same result, a relationship with her that could be called as near to perfect as anything he knew of. While there was a distance between the two of them in the summer since they were both in their respective countries that did not do anything to dull the spark between the two of them and caused him to long being around her even more often. There was never a moment that she was not on his mind. He hated that he had gotten delayed in going to the Masquerade and she had been without him for the first couple days but he knew that it was simply his mother that had gotten in the way and there was nothing that could have been done about it. He did feel like the two of them were able to make up for it though since that was when she decision had been made to go with Bethany and Matias on a trip to Africa and those were some of the most fond memories of his entire life. He was always known to be the kind of person that planned things meticulously, a good attribute for someone that was going to become King since there were a lot of things that were going to need to be mulled over and and he would make sure that all the consequences of his actions was planned thoroughly. He did not have to think about this any time soon though since he had been scared that his parents were trying to give up the throne to him earlier than expected though he had managed to talk some sense into them and come up with a compromise. He was going to be able to attend university like every other Royal seemed to doing and allowed to have the experience as long as he was ready by the time that he graduated and there was no more putting it off. This was not a problem for him.

Africa was still on his mind right now as he sat down for breakfast with his parents, one of the rare mornings that they were all up at the same time with enough time to actually sit down. He still ran over that special night in his mind when Annalie had told him that she loved him and the two then continued to make love. He could not get the words out of his mind, that she was never going to let him go. This eased his mind, he knew that the two of them were first in line but they would come to that obstacle when the time came and he knew that it was nothing that they could not handle. Of course he had gone through it in his mind over and over again, he knew that it would take some convincing but would also prove strong alliances; Bethany would not have a problem taking the throne after all he knew that it was something that his sister was interested in and while that would mean that he would be stepping down there was no other choice considering she was the only one in her family and then there was Matias who had a younger brother who was capable, he was not going to get ahead of himself but being the type of person he was he already had planned this all out and knew that because they were such close friends they would all accommodate the other’s needs. He had just taken his spot at the table when one of the guards tapped him on the shoulder and told him that he had a visitor. This he found quite strange since he did not recall anyone telling him that they were going to be arriving and there were only a handful of people that knew where the Royal family stayed for the summer since he did not tend to get a lot of visitors and the only person that really came with his sister had been Annalie. Excusing himself from the table there was strange looks between his parents which he ignored before walking to the door and taking a deep breath to prepare himself for who was standing there, spotting Annalie eyes went wide and he was about to rush forward to wrap his arms around her when he noticed that she had been crying and there was something off about her appearance and this caused his stomach to feel like it was sinking in his stomach to the soles of his feet. He was unable to stop himself as he stepped up to her a gentle hand being placed on her cheek causing her to look up at him and worried expression was written all across his face, he did not know what was going on and he was in shock. What’s wrong? He asked her in a quiet tone.

ALL OF HELL JUST TO HOLD YOU’RE YOUR HAND

TAGGED :: Annalie
STATUS :: Complete
CREDIT :: This Template was made by ME!

[annalie katarina of sweden]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 407px; border-left: 20px solid #bb7744; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Goodbye My Almost Lover, Goodbye my hopeless dream I'm trying not to think about you Can't you just let me be, So long my luckless romance My back is turned on you Should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost lovers always do She didn’t know whether her mother knew where she was or not, but she suspected the pilot had probably contacted the Swedish palace; she had no doubt the secret guards and service assigned to her were going insane since they had not been able to catch up with the limousine. She found she didn’t much care, however; the meeting room had become stuffy, unbearable to be in – she couldn’t stand the look on her mother’s face when she saw her daughter’s reaction. She’d never wanted to hear those words, had never suspected those words, had never thought for even a moment the word ‘married’ would come up at any time before the next eight years or so. But what was worse was that this would be the reason for her and Dario’s breakup; she’d tried not to think about the possibilities of it all beforehand, simply because she’d been so busy letting all of her vulnerabilities go and just let herself fall in love with him. But here they were, back at square one, stuck in a rut because they’d both decided to overlook the doom that had hung over their heads like neon signs since the beginning of their relationship. How could they have been so stupid? They were just teenagers in love, of course, but they both knew the consequences. Both first in line to their countries, and one without a sibling? There was just no other way. Annalie knew for certain that Bethany was going to marry Matias someday – if the girl had pined over her best friend for that long, they definitely weren’t breaking up – and so that left Dario without someone to take the throne. Not that she’d even truly thought about her and Dario marrying someday. Sure, over the course of the three months they’d been together it had definitely crossed her mind, but not wanting to seem the clingy and overeager type, she didn’t dwell on it too much. And now, here she was, needing to marry three years and it couldn’t even be Dario. What could she have possibly done to deserve this kind of fate? Annalie knew what the Council would say, what her mother would point out: they were too young to know what love was. They had years ahead of them to figure it out – at least, Annalie had, but now apparently she was supposed to fall in love again in three years. They were just teenagers, what did they know? Annalie wanted to scream and shout knowing the pitying, condescending glances she’d get. Why couldn’t eighteen year olds know what love was? Annalie knew how she felt about Dario, knew how true and pure and so very real it was. It wasn’t just a figment of her imagination, or a misunderstanding of infatuation. She loved him with everything she had, and though she didn’t want to have to break things off with him, it was the only thing she had to do, and she knew that someday Dario would be happy again. Maybe someday he’d fall in love again, find a girl that had a better deal of fate than Annalie could ever dream of. And though it broke her to pieces thinking of that as she waited for Dario to come to the door, she was comforted by the fact that at least he was happy. As long as he was content – that was all she wanted. The rain was beginning to pour harder now, and Annalie shivered slightly as wet strands of hair began sticking to her cheeks, drops of rain running down her exposed legs, her clothes now soaked through and through. There wasn’t much coverage from the rain on the steps of the palace, and she thought that rater inconvenient, but at least she could feel everything with the rain pounding on her. It kept her from feeling completely numb, it kept her feeling somewhat alive in this mess she was caught up in. And as the door open, she held her breath, watching as the figure she hoped and dreaded to see emerged in the doorway. She noted his wide, concerned expression upon seeing her tears, and when he moved towards her and laid a hand on her cheek, a sob wracked through her, her tears flowing faster. Involuntarily, she leaned into his touch – the warmth of his hand was more powerful than anything she’d ever imagined. But, then she remembered what she had to do, what she was about to do, and she slowly stepped away from him, farther into the sheets of rain. She couldn’t do this at all when he was so close – already she was struggling to wrap her arms around him and cling to him for dear life. He asked her what was wrong, and she bit her lips, squeezing her eyes together and the tears came thicker and faster. Finally, she regained enough composure to look him in the eyes, at his entrancing hazel eyes. “We…We can’t be together anymore,” she was barely able to say, obviously struggling in saying the line. She didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to do it, but she had no choice. Another sob wracked through her body and she hugged herself tighter, watching – frightened – for his reaction. TAG: DARIO LOMBARDI OF DENMARK, outfit, :(

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[dario]

Oct 21, 2011 12:42:25 GMT -5 @dario said:

last c h a n c e for one last d a n c e
‘CAUSE WITH YOU, I’D WITHSTAND

He had just had a bad feeling about today when he had woken up, it was a dreary day and one of the ones that you did not tend to want to get out of bed for, just lay there and pretend like it did not even exist. It was supposed to be summer so why was it raining when he only had another month to be able to enjoy the weather before he was going to be stuck in classes with 30 other people all wanted not to be there. He would be the strange one that really did want to be there though since this was going to be the last hold that he had on what would be a normal life before it would all turn into things to do with the crown and becoming the King of Denmark. It was going to be alright though since he was going to have the girl of his dreams there with him to enjoy the time. He knew that after that things were going to get complicated though he also knew that they would be able to withstand anything, their feelings were much too strong and he had faith in it all. She was really the only reason why it seemed appealing to then crawl out of his bed and get changed and quickly be sent down to the living area where he would be having breakfast with his parents who were finally in the same room at the same time which was a really rare feat since they were always out doing something and especially since Bethany was no here they did not feel like they really needed to be a family but while it was strange that they were all in the same room together he was not going to question it since it was nice to be able to spend a little bit of time with them before he needed to be back on a flight back to Montana. It was not going to be very long before that were to happen. It would feel just like every other year when in reality it was going to be a lot different but he could not help but be excited.

When he was called to the door and out into the foyer area his heart sunk when he spotted the girl and there was something that was very visibly wrong with her, shouldn’t she be happy to see him? What was wrong? His thoughts were going a million miles an hour wanting to know what was wrong. As he stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on her cheek the tears started to pour even more so and all of a sudden he knew what was going to happen, he was getting dumped, he already knew this and she did not even need to say anything he just had that feeling. He bit his bottom lip to try to keep from exposing just how vulnerable he was and he hoped that she was not going to carry through with what he was almost positive was going to happen. She then stated through the sobs that they could no longer be together and this was really what seemed to get to him. Why? He managed to utter softly trying his hardest to fight with the emotions that were threatening to take over, he could not deal with this right now, not ever. I love you Annalie. While he knew that it was really not going to change anything if she had already made up her mind that she was going to dump her at least he would be sure that she knew it before anything else happened. He was in shock and he was frozen to the spot trying his best to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat, this was going to be something that was going to take a lot for him to digest. Where is this coming from? How did all of this change? He mumbled under his breath not even daring to look up at her his eyes were averted to the floor as he knew that it was only going to be a matter of moments before he was going to be the one to break down as well and he really did not like the idea of being that vulnerable in front of her. This can’t be happening. He repeated softly but it was and for some reason he knew that she was set on this decision.

ALL OF HELL JUST TO HOLD YOU’RE YOUR HAND

TAGGED :: Annalie
STATUS :: Complete
CREDIT :: This Template was made by ME!

[annalie katarina of sweden]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 407px; border-left: 20px solid #bb7744; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Goodbye My Almost Lover, Goodbye my hopeless dream I'm trying not to think about you Can't you just let me be, So long my luckless romance My back is turned on you Should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost lovers always do He was confused, she could tell. This was out of the blue for the both of them, really. She hadn’t expected this to happen at all, one of the main reasons she was so distraught. The tears kept coming, she couldn’t help them, but at this point they were mixed in with the raindrops trickling down her cheeks. She didn’t care about moving though; she didn’t care about the rain. All she cared about was his shocked and surprised face, his hurt expression. The next words he uttered nearly broke her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, shaking her head vigorously, as if doing so would swat away what he said to her from her mind. She knew she loved him, she had no doubt. But hearing him say that to her with such sincerity was making this extremely painful for her – she didn’t want to do this, but she had no choice. There had never been any choices of her own in her life, and the choices that she did make were never good ones. The best choice she’d ever made was not running from Dario, but now that had fallen to shit, and she was back to the beginning, like all of the work she’d put in the past year to get over her emotional problems had now fallen through. She was going to be train wreck for a long time, that was for certain. She didn’t even know if she could ever get over him – she’d spent the past eight hours on the plane to Denmark trying to come up with ways around the marriage, but there was nothing. Nothing she or anyone else could do. She took another step back, her heart shattering piece by piece as she watched him stare at the ground, not wanting to meet her eyes. Part of her desperately wanted him to look at her, but the other part of her knew that if he did so, all of her words would be lost. He was too much for her to bear. Now he wanted to know why they had to break up, and she was faced with a terrible decision: to lie or not to lie. If she was going to have to be married, she wanted him to move on. Annalie wanted him to be happy, to find love again, to find someone new. Thinking about him loving another was like salt on a fresh wound, but it was something she was going to have to accept if they couldn’t be so lucky to be together. She could lie and break it off as harshly as she could, and in that way he would move on quicker. If she told him she had fallen for someone else, would he pick up his life easier? Would he stop thinking about her as long, not to be so sad for too long? Lying almost seemed like the best choice, but before she could do so, she remembered how much he meant to her, how much his love meant to her, how the past five years he’d always been there, listening to her and understanding her. There was no way she was in love with someone else, that was painfully obvious, but she could still stick to her guns. But he didn’t deserve that; he deserved the truth. All of the truth. “Now that I’m eighteen I’m eligible for the throne. My mother negotiated a while back to let me finish Vineheart before taking the throne, and now she wanted to negotiate again to have me wait until I finished University,” she began in a slow voice; it was incredibly hard for her to speak to him, not when no part of her wanted to do this at all. “The Council was less than pleased. So they made the deal on one condition.” Annalie paused, gulping slowly, knowing each part of her was slowly breaking as she continued on with the story. She was aching to touch him, to feel his familiar warmth, but she restrained herself from doing so. It wouldn’t help things. “I have to be married by the time I turn 21. My coronation will be on my 21st birthday,” she finally said, another sob wracking through her as she turned away for a moment, her hand covering her mouth. This was too much, way too much. How could she lose the one person she loved more than anything? It was like six years all over again, except her father was now her boyfriend. After a few moments of silence, with nothing but the pouring rain making a sound between them, she turned back to him, shaking her head. “Apparently the Council feels I will be in a more stable position with a husband by my side. And we both know what that means,” she stated in a louder voice, having to keep up over the rain. She was implying that they were both first in line, and that he was taking the throne soon; she knew he would understand. Hearing herself say the words, tell the explanation made her realize just how real this all was, and she buried her face in her hands, not wanting to see his reaction. TAG: DARIO LOMBARDI OF DENMARK, outfit,

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[dario]

last c h a n c e for one last d a n c e
‘CAUSE WITH YOU, I’D WITHSTAND

He could not stand to see her cry all he wanted to do was step forward and engulf her in a hug like he would have done had it been any other situation when they were friends. They were best friends, where did this all go wrong she was single handedly the girl that he was the closest with and there was no questions about that, well with the exception of his sister and now he was able to feel it all start to fall apart. What was he going to do? What was she going to tell him? She did know that whatever it was was going to be big enough to change his life though, enough to send him into a downward spiral and this was not a good feeling seeing that his stomach was already tied in knots and she had not even spoken as of yet. He could feel his heart breaking with every tear of hers that was cried and he bit his bottom lip so hard that the pain was the only thing that was causing him to remain composed. Everything had been so perfect so when she told him that they could no longer be together this shocked him and for a moment he was not able to do anything but just stand there not moving and definitely not daring to say anything. What could he do to fix this? These were the only thoughts that were flying through his mind at hyper speed. She shook her head and this hit him even harder and he had to close his eyes for a moment before opening them again to refocus on her. All he wanted to hear right now was that she loved him and that her feelings had not changed, if she did say that he knew that he would not give up on this no matter what came next he was not going to let her run away like she had before when he had told her of his feelings to begin with. He was about to put it all out on the line, show her the most vulnerable side of himself and he had a feeling that he was about to get rejected and already he could feel his stomach sinking to the soles of his feet he had a bad feeling about this all but he would at least wait until he would find out the rest of what she was explaining.

What she did not realize that in life there were always choices and if you were not happy with one then the only way to make it change would be to take it into your own hands and was she prepared to hear this from him? Sure it was not ideal and the two of them knew that they were both first in line but did that need to stop them from this? He had previously discussed something like this happening with Bethany when she had been younger, before Annalie had ever been in the picture and he and his younger sibling had agreed if it ever came down to something like this where he fell in love with someone that would cost him the throne that she would make sure that she was just as prepared as he was and step up to the plate and while he did not want that to happen since he loved the idea of ruling Denmark he also knew that he would give it up if it meant that he was going to get to stay with the woman that he loved and be able to help her with her own problems at the same time. He remained standing where he was looking at the ground without the ability to look up and meet her eyes he would break down he knew if he did that. He did manage to raise his eyes when she started speaking again and met hers from the distance between the two of them. Still struggling with not just moving forward to comfort her knowing it was something that the two of them wanted more than anything right now for this all to go away.

She then voiced that she was going to be taking the throne by the time that she was 21 and she was going to need to be married by then and brows rose slightly and what had been running through his mind entire time he had been with her started to come to reality though this time he had already thought about this. He was known to be someone that was ready for any problem that things tended to pose. I will abdicate. He uttered gently. Not too sure if this was what she wanted to hear. Bethany and I have talked about this in the past, we both agreed that if something like this ever were to happen that she would be more than willing to take the throne, don’t run from me Annalie, please. His voice was pleading and he was shaking, hating that he was not even sure what she was going to say about this. Do you really want to be married to a stranger? Let me help. This was both the boyfriend instinct talking in him as well as the best friend wanting to make the problems all go away, even now the future King of Denmark was breaking down no longer was biting the inside of his bottom lip enough to keep the emotions down. He was no longer cool and composed as he was aware that he was completely numb to everything.

ALL OF HELL JUST TO HOLD YOU’RE YOUR HAND

TAGGED :: Annalie
STATUS :: Complete
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[annalie katarina of sweden]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 407px; border-left: 20px solid #bb7744; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Goodbye My Almost Lover, Goodbye my hopeless dream I'm trying not to think about you Can't you just let me be, So long my luckless romance My back is turned on you Should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost lovers always do I will abdicate. He’d abdicate? Throw away everything he’d worked for, say goodbye to his country and hello to another? Annalie knew it was hard enough for most princesses who married another, to have to leave their country, but a prince, one that was first in line? Dario was supposed to rule Denmark, and he’d leave it all behind for her? Her heart jumped in her throat and she wanted to run into his arms, tell him yes, and tell him she’d do anything to be with him. He would marry her – as her boyfriend and her best friend, not just to help her, but because he was willing to give up everything for their love. It almost seemed like a plan, but then Anna thought everything through: there was no doubt in her mind Bethany would marry Matias someday. That meant Matias would have to abdicate in order to rule Denmark, and that would leave Tanner as the heir to the throne. Annalie didn’t know Tanner personally, but she couldn’t place her burden on his shoulders. She couldn’t ask Tanner to rule his country when he’d spent his entire life knowing he wouldn’t; it just wasn’t right, no matter how much Annalie wanted to do it. She couldn’t ask that of Tanner, and of their countries. What guarantee was there that the other countries would abide for two teenagers in love? After all, wouldn’t they just say they were too young to know what love is, much less cause so much legal and political trouble to stay together? The Council would be furious and she couldn’t afford a split government. That was what the Council was for: to make decisions that they thought best for the royal family, so that the royal family didn’t have too much power. Wouldn’t this be out of her range of power? She already knew what her answer would be, right when he’d asked her. Annalie already knew they couldn’t be together, already knew they were fated to never be together. This was going to hurt, a lot. She could already see his emotions show, see him cracking, and this killed her more than anything because Dario did not often show how upset he was in front of her, not in the six years she’d known him anyways. There was urgent hope in his eyes, his beautiful eyes, and she found she couldn’t look at him for a few seconds as she gathered her thoughts and mustered up enough strength to do what she had to do. This was not her choice, she did not want this, but she wasn’t going to put their burden on others – there were other ways he could be in her life, right? Seeing him would kill her for a while, but maybe someday they’d be able to be friends again. And though she would cry for him, if he ever fell in love with another, than so be it – she didn’t deserve him anyways. All this trouble she was causing for him; he deserved something stable. Their relationship was beautiful, was amazing but she had too many problems, and she wasn’t going to hold him back. Still, she didn’t want to do this – she wished she could do anything for him, but she didn’t know if she was strong enough. She’d never been strong enough for him. “I can’t,” she said softly, shaking her head. “I can’t ask that of our countries, of Finland,” she knew he would understand why Finland fit into the equation. Finally, her eyes met his and more tears fell as she saw his expression – this felt so wrong, so wrong. But she’d long since learned that some choices were never easy to make, some just about killed you, but you had to make that choice. And she had to make this one. “I’m sorry,” Annalie spoke, backing away from him slowly. She didn’t want to be here any longer, she didn’t want to see his face anymore. She backed quicker down the steps of the porch – without falling, she had no idea how – but just before she turned around she paused, looking back at him with a defeated expression. “I’m staying in Sweden. The Council needs me there.” He would understand. For a long second she stared at him, hoping that she’d remember his smile and not the sorrowful features he portrayed now, before she turned away and hurried down the driveway, towards the waiting taxi. TAG: DARIO LOMBARDI OF DENMARK, outfit,

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