Another year had gone by very quickly. This year, I turned sixteen. It was already time for me to enter the Royal Academy.
My uniform was a bit shorter skirt as I remembered, so I had trouble walking around with a large draft between my legs, but the gates covered in white roses that welcomed the new students was exactly as how I remembered.
I soon heard squealing near the large metal gates. In the center of the madness was a single being with the stature of an archangel with his flaxen colored hair and a smile more beautiful than any devil.
My eyes were unable to separate from the man I once loved the most. All I could do was stare blankly at the portrait of a man surrounded by hundreds of flowers.
For a moment, it appeared as if the mirage of Prince Erik was growing closer to me.
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