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Dylan’s Pov

Everything about the letter didn't seem right and Amara hardly called me Dylan, since we made up. Somebody was playing games but I had no idea who so I decided to play dumb. I handed the letter back to the maid and turned to Princess who was staring at me expectantly. I swallowed the lump in my throat and cleared it, looking up at her.

“It's from Amara” I stated, hoping she would understand my emotions. “Where is she? Is she safe? Can we go get her now?” she asked excitedly.

If only she knew the content of the letter she won't be excited “She wants me to move on” I said plainly, still trying to wrap my head around everything. She froze and then rushed to grab the letter from the maid.

“What do you mean she asked you to move on?” She asked as she opened the letter. Her face fell upon reading the contents of the letter, as did mine. “But…she said she loved you...Amara, I know can't write this ”

“How can she do that?! Something isn't right” Princess went on

“What