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She pressed her palm against her chest as if it would numb the pain. She never imagined that this type of heartache was even possible. She kept replaying the last few moments with him in her head. Maybe she could bring him back to life in her memory.

The news of his death came as a shock to her. “I have bad news Princess Minna. Your young prince and his advisor Lord George have been found dead next to the riverbed. The healers were not able to determine the cause of their death.” Lady Melinda, her nurse, told her.

Before she met Frederick, there were many young men who were interested in her, but they were all so boring and predictable. Worst of all, she could easily spot that they were just after her family’s money. They didn’t know the real Minna - or care to.

She was smart and she knew it. The princess longed for someone to share a proper conversation with, not just someone staring at her, or using her for an ego boost. Then one day, out of nowhere, she met him. Not the most handsome. Not the neatest either. He had an awful dress sense, messy hair and rough hands. But he was a gentleman and surprisingly well-spoken. It was almost as if his interior didn’t match his exterior. Oh, and he was funny!

It was after meeting him that she realized how much she hated perfection. Her whole life was all about perfection. Having the perfect look, perfect wardrobe, perfect life and being the perfect, good little girl. She hated perfection. Perfection was boring. He, on the other hand, was everything but perfect- a little bit of a mess, a little bit broken, but very, very real. He was perfectly imperfect, and she loved him for it. She loved him for every single one of his beautiful flaws. But now he was gone.