12. better
The officials decided to not burn my house down. So I stayed there still, and sometimes I saw Maisa and Petra but barely. Then one day, I went to go and see the prince. I pressed the doorbell firmly and took a step back. When he opened the door, a mixture of relief, worry and happiness swept across his face. 'Hi' I whispered, and before I could say anything else he encased me in a hug. 'Are you okay? I haven't seen you in weeks!' He said, concerned. We sat down, and I told him everything. He held my hand whilst I cried and gave me another hug. 'I was really worried about you' He said, looking at me in those icy turquoise eyes, which looked like they were about to well up as well. 'Well, i'm okay' I said, with a small laugh. We talked for a while, and he comforted me. 'So, you just stay on your own?' He asked me. I sighed and nodded sadly. He concentrated for a moment then smiled. 'Why don't you stay here?' He asked, with a grin. I was a bit suprised. Me? Live in the palace?! 'Oh, its a lovely offer but I could never intrude on your home' I replied. 'No, please! I'd love it so much, someone to share it with, especially someone like you' He said, almost shyly. 'Because the truth is True, I think i'm in love with you' He whispered.
