Never Forget You

Chapter 7- Reconciliation Between The Two Souls

3rd Person's POV:

It was a night full of sorrow and grief...

It was a devastating sight for the public to see the Young Prince get injured in public eye. No one expected this to happen in front of them while they were there to have a good time. It was painful to watch for the public but it was even more painful to watch for the Young Prince's father who stood outside of his door hoping for the best for his son.

He had already guarded his son's room with 5 guards just to protect his son from any danger that would foresee him. He would definitely guard his son with his life, even if it meant he would sacrifice his life with it.

The doctors kept checking on the Prince who laid there, wrapped in bandages covered in his blood as he bled slowly, the bandages keeping his life at bay for as long as it could. They would try and check on his blood pressure and his heartbeat, hoping that his heart beat does not slow down at any rate possible.

The King heard the doors open, as the doctors came out of the room after quite a while. The worried old man rushed towards the men standing in white coats, eager to hear about the condition of his son.

"How is my boy? Will he be alright?" He asked worriedly, hoping to get a yes from the doctors who shook their heads as they stared at the floor, not wanting to raise their eyes in the presence of the king.

"Your Majesty, I am afraid that we must take intensive care of the Young Prince after the attack. He is not in stable condition and if anyone of us leave him unattended then it would mean bad for all of us. All we can do is pray and hope that the Prince is stable after a few days of treatment." The doctors finished as they took a final bow towards the King as they excused themselves.

The King now stood there in desperate need of something or rather someone who would help his son get better. He stood there before he dropped to his knees and cried in desperation, wishing that his late wife would be here at this very moment. Oh Katherine, help me. What do I do?

While he knelt at the floor, Louis was locked up in a cell right after the incident just to prevent him from any more collateral damage that might be caused by him in the future. Sure he was fuming and screaming at the guards to let him go since he was the son of Henry Voldor, Charles' troublesome brother, but of course the guards did not hear his one screams as they carried on with their duty.

But what they did not know was that the real trouble was arriving the Palace in a few minutes and it was something bigger than Louis. Someone who can cause trouble much worse than what Louis had done. He can be called a menace in the palace grounds but outside he is known to be the fakest sweetheart anyone has ever seen.

The palace guards outside of the Royal Grounds heard the loud screeching of the carriage wheels and the stomping of the horse's hooves, as they tried to make out what they can see from afar. The danger kept coming close until it stopped a few feet from the Palace Gate, as the stomp of someone's feet was heard loudly, alarming the guards as they stood their grounds.

A man in a black cloak was seen right in front of them as he walked to the guards who pointed their spears right at him. But all that man did was raise his hands in surrender as his voice came into the light,

"Now now. Is that anyway to treat a member of the royal family like that? I mean after all," He stops for fora moment to remove the hood of his cloak as he revealed himself to be Henry Voldor, the menace of the Royal family and Louis' father, "I am family." He finished, as the guards widen their eyes in shock and realisation before they bowed down in respect, making the vile man smirk in approval, as he walked into the Palace halls.

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As King Charles sat there in his chair with his head in his hands, he heard loud footsteps resonating in the Palace, alarming the old man of the unwanted and untimely visitor in the Palace grounds. He wondered if it could be Charolette but she was in her room studying, next in his thoughts was Louis but he was locked up the cells. His train of thoughts stopped once he heard a deep voice echo in the palace halls,

"Now where is my favorite brother?!" And from that he knew all too well to whom that voice belonged to and he had wished that he had told the guards not to let him in, especially when his son is in the Palace dungeons.

The troublesome brother finally made his appearance in front of his brother as he spread his arms wide in a hug as he moved towards his brother in a fake loving stance.

"Charles! Dear it is so good to see you!" He came in front expecting a hug, but the old man stopped him by holding his hand out for a handshake, amusing the menacing brother.

"Henry. What a pleasant surprise. Although I must say that it isn't a surprise at all." He said, rolling his eyes in annoyance and distaste towards his one troublesome brother, who pouted his lips in fake disappointment.

"What do you mean? Can I not visit my dear brother after so long?" He asks, making the old man scoff at the fake concern he showed.

"No because whenever you come visit the Palace it is either for Louis or when you want something from me. So don't try to tell me you missed me because we both know that it's absolute bullocks." He said as he tried to move away from the man who caused him the most irritation who pulled him back by his arm.

"Oh come on! Let's not dwell in what happened but rather let's look at what is happening now. I did hear that my nephew is in grave condition as about now and I came here as soon as possible. Louis is such a bastard when it comes to dealing with his cousin." He stated which shocked the old man to the core, as he never heard a bad word from Leonardo about his own son. Well that is a change that I never expected from him...

"Father? Who is there? I thought i heard someone coming in. Is it Anabelle?" The youngest heir, Charolette, called out as she came down the stairs dressed only in her night robe tied tightly around her waist, only to stop as she saw her dreadful uncle and tormentor looking at her prudely from the bottom of the staircase.

"Charolette! Wonderful to meet your acquaintance this evening." The prude man said, smirking as he eyed the young woman from top to bottom, making Charolette tremble from from the inside but but she still kept her brave face in front of the vile man.

"Uncle Henry. I wouldn't say that it's a pleasant surprise for me to meet you at this time but I should be heading to bed now. I have quite a long day ahead of me tomorrow morning. So please excuse me." She bowed her head down before rushing up the stairs to her room where she closed the door and slide down as she held her pounding chest and cried loudly, remembering the time when she was only 6 years old, and that man had touched her down an area where she shouldn't be touched. God how she wished that she could erase that memory from her head....

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Anabelle's POV:

I can never be peaceful since that day....

It has now been 5 days since the accident and ever since then I couldn't be at peace with myself. My mind tells me to forget the existence of Stefan but my heart tells me to just go and forgive him because only my heart knows how much I missed that asshat.

I have been sitting in my art room away from all palace matters just to take a break and paint, but my mind drifts to Stefan and what condition he might be in at the moment. I can't get the image of him bleeding profusely in front of me, out of my mind. Which is why I decided to go to my mother to ask her if I can go see Stefan.

I knocked on her door three time until I heard her say "Come in!" To which I pushed open the doors to see my mother lying in her bed about to go to sleep.

"Ana? Is everything alright? Why are you here so late?" She asked, worried about my sudden appearance in the middle of the night.

"Mother I request to take the Royal Carriage." I said directly planning to take the Royal Carriage, making my mother visibly confused before she realised and smiled at me before she nods her head in approval, making me smile as I ran to my room to get dressed before leaving for the Palace.

It almost felt like a long and dreadful ride as we finally reached the Palace and I got out to run right to his room, not before running into King Charles and a man who I knew as Henry Voldor, who were sitting in a nearby lounge.

"Anabelle? My dear what are you doing here at this time and hour?" He asked rushing towards me, clearly alarmed at my sudden appearance. But what did go noticed by me was the way the bastard, who was standing right behind his brother, was staring at me. That prude bastard...

"King Charles. I am terribly sorry for the sudden intrusion but I wanted to come see Stefan." I said, desperate to see the only man who made my heart race. At my answer, the old man's eyes watered as he stared at the only hope who can save his son, leading me to where my long lost love awaits. Here it goes....

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Stefan's POV:

I was adjusting the bandages wrapped around my shoulder and mid waist when I heard the door open. At first I expected the doctors to come and check up on me but what I saw shocked me to my core. It was Anabelle, who looked right at me as she closed the door quietly and came in, all the while staring into my eyes.

The last time she stared at me was the day of the accident and ever since then I only craved to see her more. And now that she is here, it was as if all of my problems and suffering had disappeared.

"Anabelle?" I called out as she just quietly came over to my bed and sat down in front of me.

"You should never have played that game." She said out of the blue and I realised that she was referring to the polo game between Louis and I.

"Why do you think so? You never cared in the first place so why say about it now?" I retorted making her scoff as she turned her head towards me, not believing what I just said to her.

"Don't even start this conversation with me right about now. It was you who decided to say all of that crap right at my face and make me starve for weeks." She said and honestly I couldn't agree more but I just wanted to test her a bit.

"Alright but you could just come over like before and spoke to me." I retorted making her gasp.

"Did you even leave me a choice to just come over and talk to you? Because the last time I checked, you ignited the issue in the first place not me. So don't start with the whole 'you could've just come to talk to me' crap because it was useless." She finished, making me quiet down, as I realised that she was actually mad at me.

"So what made you come here if you despised me so much?" I asked, completely confused as to why she's even here in the first place. But all she does is move closer to me and hold my face with both of her hands as she made me stare into her eyes that were a bit watery.

"Because I have hopelessly fallen in love with you, you idiot." And that ladies and gentlemen, made my heart soar higher than any star in the universe, as I held her face in my hand and used my thumb to wipe the tear that had fallen.

"Well that is really funny, because I have fallen hopelessly in love with you too my lady." I finished as she laughed through her tears and looked down to, what I can suppose, my lips as I did the same.

Slowly we came forward until we are only a breathe apart as I grabbed the back of her head and joined our lips in sinful passion and harmony. The only way which would end our night in peaceful symphony....

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