Lot's of thanks to everyone who has read this so far. And a GIGANTIC internet hug to brokendollhouse for getting me back on track with this! I hope you enjoy this, the next chapter will be the last. I might have an epilogue and cute little extras after that but it definitely be the last official chapter of The Prince Is Dead. Please review. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

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Christopher stood at the altar, nervously awaiting the arrival of his bride. The wedding was planned extravagantly, it was an attempt to distract the kingdom from James' passing. It was a failure. Most of the guests attended the wedding in black, and many of them had rejected the invitation. His brother had only passed from the kingdom a few weeks ago at most. Christopher sighed as the organ music began to play, watching his beloved walk down the aisle. They had met on the night of his brother's fall, at the very ball that he had run from in his terror. She came to stand next to him and he grabbed her delicate hands in his own.

After the wedding ceremony, Christopher sat in the carriage on the way to the honeymoon. His heart was heavy with sorrow in his chest, despite the happy occasion. James had him worried. Was his brother alright? Had he survived long enough to get where he needed to be? Nicole, his bride, touched his arm. He turned to look at her and she smiled gently.

"My love, are you worried about James?" She asked. He nodded, putting his head into his hands. "I'm sure everything will turn out alright."

"But how can I be sure that everything is fine? I have no contact with James, no way to speak with him. And who knows if Gregory is alright. I don't know if he knows that James is alive or not. He could have killed himself already." Christopher sighed. "With how much he loved my brother, I have little doubt that he may have." Nicole cuddled closer to him, holding his hands in hers.

"We could always find out for ourselves." She said. "After all, who follows the king and queen when they go on their honeymoon?" He smiled at her, wrapping one arm around her waist.

"Perhaps." He murmured, playing with a lock of her golden blonde hair.

Gregory sat in the sunlight, empty and broken. Following the guard's heed he had built a small cottage, and made himself a bed. By the time he was finished he realized he had made a bed for two and he had no idea why. There was no one to share the bed with, and there never would be again. The little clearing the house stood in was beautiful. There was always sun, and the wildflowers that grew around the edges would make a lovely bouquet for a lover. But it all had no purpose. James was gone. Gregory had no idea why he even tried anymore. The pain he felt was crippling.

"James." He sighed, wrapping his arms around himself. "Why did they take you from me?" His stomach growled and he realized that he hadn't eaten in days. What did it matter? It's not like he had anyone to live for. He glanced up at the sky, stopping as he noticed the storm clouds brewing in the distance. He sighed, falling back in the grass. A tiny bird toppled out of its nest, free falling for a few seconds before flying. Gregory sighed. If only he could pick himself up and fly, but he hadn't even finished falling.

James landed with a thump on the ground. Joe, Troy's husband, just rolled his eyes. Chopping wood was another one of his weak points. He could lift the heavy axe up, but he didn't have the strength to swing it back onto the log. He just toppled over backwards.

"You're very weak." He said simply, taking the axe from James. "And so skinny. I think this axe weighs more than you." Troy chuckled, carrying a tray of cups outside.

"That could be why it keeps knocking him over." Troy chuckled, setting the tray down on a little table he had carried outside earlier. "No matter, it's not as if he'll actually need to chop wood when he gets to where he needs to be. He just needs to learn how to cook and keep things clean, like a little house husband." Joe slammed the axe into the tree stump before turning to pull Troy close.

"You mean like you?" He asked, kissing the side of Troy's jaw.

"Mm… Yes." Troy murmured. "One manly man is enough for a house." Joe kissed him and James shyly turned around. He froze when he saw the clouds gathering in the distance. A storm was coming. He clutched his cup tightly. "Oh? A storm is coming? Well we had better get you to where you need to be quickly then. Joe-stop we have to get James to- Joe I'm serious." Joe stopped, pouting. "Let's get going James." James nodded, turning towards Troy. It was time for him to fly on his own, would he soar, or fall?

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