Chapter 15

"I'm saying right now, Your Highness, your story is a little difficult to believe," Engleton said as he looked me straight in the eye. "But I have known you long enough to know that you are certainly not a liar. And quite frankly, I never really did like your fiancé."

I felt myself grin, despite the severity of the situation.

"For quite some time now, I have felt that Genovia has been in need for some major political reform since the death of your father. I do believe that this court hearing, due to its highly publicized profile will greatly affect Genovia's government for many years to come. So, with that in mind, I find no qualms in declaring defendant guilty, on the charges of high treason against the Genovian monarchy. I also do hereby declare political justice and reform to our current constitution, that shall be headed by, Her Royal Highness, Queen Amelia."

And just like that, a huge burden had been lifted from my shoulders. I didn't care what the people behind me were murmuring. I didn't care that thirty-six percent of the population thought that I couldn't handle it. And at that moment, I didn't even care if Michael Moscovitz, the love of my life, hated me forever. Because I now had the power to improve the way of life for all of the citizens. And then maybe I could hang up the mask for good.

Shakily, I stood up and ran to Judge Engleton to give him a big hug. "Thank you so much!" I whispered as tears streamed down my face.

I heard him chuckle deeply as he patted my back in a fatherly fashion. "I did nothing, Your Highness. It was you that did everything." I pulled away and he gazed at me fondly. "If your father were alive, he would be so proud of you."

I nodded and he gave me one last smile before walking back to his chambers.

Determinedly, I wiped the tears from my face, straightened my clothes and walked out of the courtroom, ready to greet the cameras and questions that were destined to be on the other side of those oak doors.

It was twelve o'clock and I was still at my desk, looking over documents and various history texts.

I heard a faint knock on the door as Lilly walked in with another mug of coffee. "Mia, you're no good to the country if you don't sleep."

"Just an hour longer, Lilly," I said distractedly as I turned a page. "I'll be in bed soon, I swear."

"Mia, you need to be in bed now."

"I just want to get this finished before I do."

"You can't rewrite the entire Genovian Constitution in one night!" She cried out. "Go to bed, now!"

I sighed. She wasn't going to stop bugging me if I didn't, so I closed the book and put my things away as I walked out of the office, safely locking it behind me. Call it a habit, call it paranoia, I just didn't feel safe without it being locked.

After changing and brushing my teeth, I slid underneath the covers of my very comfortable bed, silently thanking Lilly for making my tired body rest. "Good night, Lilly," I said as I snuggled closer to a pillow.

"Good night, Mia." And she flicked the light switch off as she closed the door behind her.

I was making my way out of a butcher's shop on Main Street as I gave the owner a hug. "Don't worry, Mr. Cataloni," I said reassuringly. "I will make sure that small business owners are protected in the new constitution."

"Bless you, Your Highness," He smiled. "May God bless you."

As I made my way down the street, pulling on my gloves in a vain attempt to keep my cold fingers warm, I thought about the long road ahead of me. Right now, the country was in a state of political turmoil, now that the constitution was under construction, so I was temporarily made monarch with absolute power. I didn't want to abuse it at all, so I had to come up with a new government quickly, before I was tempted to.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't watch where I was going and consequently ran into a very solid body. "Oof!" I grunted as I fell backwards onto the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I heard a strangely familiar voice say overhead. I looked up to see Michael's face change from guilt to indifference. "Oh, it's you."

My heart twisted painfully at those words, but I pulled myself up. "Hi, Michael," I said, trying to keep things civil.

"Hello." And without another word, he continued his way down the street.

Unexpectedly, tears sprang to my eyes as I watched his cute backside walk farther and farther away. Not a day when by that I didn't think about what could have been if I had told him I was Phantom Phoenix. I wondered what would have happened if I actually had the courage to tell him I loved him.

But most of all, I wondered what he was gonna say that day, the moment before I got kidnapped.

I played the conversation in my head over and over again, searching for hidden meanings that I might have missed the first time around. What was he thinking? That he might be the one for me? That he might have known someone that was the one for me?

I sighed as I fanned the tears into submission and continued my way down the street. I guess I'd never know now.

See, in my admittedly short, yet eventful, existence, I have learned that once an opportunity arises, you seize the chance and you hold on like hell. Because it is extremely unlikely that such a door would open again.

Unfortunately for me, this door was shut forever.

Later that night, I was on my window seat, staring out at my empty balcony, letting the dim moonlight wash over me in silent contemplation.

Had I done the right thing, starting the whole Phantom Phoenix phenomenon? Sure, she did a lot of good for a lot of people, but she also practically ruined my life, or what was left of it.

I suppose that's what it means being a public servant. I serve my country and my people, even if it means I was supposed to suffer. That's what my father did. And damn it, I was going to follow in his footsteps whether it killed me or not.

I smiled sadly as a vision of Michael standing on my balcony swam into view. I remembered that night when he kissed me.

"Mia!" Michael said as he tapped on my window.

Suddenly, I jolted. That wasn't just a vision of Michael. That actually was Michael!

I shook myself out of my self induced reverie and hastily opened the window. "Michael, what are you doing here?"

Before I could get another word out, he grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me with a frustrated passion that I had never before experienced.

As my shock wore off, I gave in. He ran his tongue along the line of my lips, gently coaxing me. I gasped as I opened my mouth and he ran his tongue along the sensitive roof of my mouth. He kissed me so deeply that the sparks that traveled across my skin every time he so much as touched me somehow got underneath my eyelids and multi-colored fireworks exploded and swirled around in my vision.

When he finally pulled away, my knees were so weak that I would have collapsed to the floor if he hadn't kept a death grip around my waist.

"God you don't know how much I've wanted to do that," He growled sexily and I felt my insides melt all over again.

"You have?" I squeaked as I lost myself in his dark, piercing gaze.

He let out a frustrated groan. "Mia, you drive me crazy!"

He must have seen my confusion, but just in case he didn't, I voiced my concerns. "What?"

Michael's gaze softened. "I don't know how I could have seen it to begin with." He tilted my chin upward and said right then and there the words that I thought he'd never ever say. "Mia, I love you. I've loved you all this time. I thought that I loved Phantom Phoenix, but she was never someone I could get close to." He chuckled softly to himself. "Though I guess it doesn't hurt that you're both the same person."

"But I thought you hated me!" I blurted out in bewilderment as I pushed myself out of his arms.

He sighed as he made his way to the edge of my bed and sat on it. "I didn't hate you. I just thought that you and I had gotten to be such good friends that you could have told me anything. I felt betrayed when you didn't tell me that you were Phantom Phoenix."

I shook my head gently and cupped his hands in my face. "Michael, I wanted to tell you. Believe me. I wanted to tell you so much!"

"But why didn't you?"

It was my turn to sigh. "I guess I was afraid. I didn't know what you would say or what you would do…I didn't trust you enough. I'm sorry."

We sat there for a while, silently thinking. "I'm sorry too," Michael murmured.

I turned to look at him curiously. "Mia, I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me."

No, I thought desperately. Please don't do this. Please don't rip my heart out again.

"And besides…you and I both come from completely different worlds." He gave me a sad smile and took my hands in his. "It could never work out."

Just as quickly as it came, the tiny spark of hope that had alighted in my soul had burned out. In frustration, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him with the same ardent passions that I had been withholding. I kissed him so hard and so deeply that when I pulled away, he was the one trembling and gasping for breath. Then I looked him straight in the eyes and said, "You just remember what you're throwing away. And don't come crying to me, begging for me to take you back."

The guard let me in and strolled confidently to Prime Minister Lukas' cell.

When he spotted me, a wicked smile spread across his face. "Ah, Your Highness. It's been a while."

"It certainly has, Lukas," I said coolly. "I am here to inform you that your position has been officially revoked."

A sour look replaced the sudden smile. "Just remember, Your Highness, that you may have one this battle, but you have certainly not won the war. I have connections you can only dream about."

I smirked as I walked away. "We'll see."

Before I left, he shouted, "I wouldn't put away that Phantom Phoenix suit too soon if I were you!"

A/N- Ha! Thus concludes Supergirl.

Um, for those who were confused by the timeline, I meant that Supergirl takes place in October and the sequel takes place in December. I'll start posting the sequel in March-ish. Maybe sooner if I can get some of it finished by then.

Anways, I wanted to be nice and give you a brief preview of the sequel. (Just to keep you interested)


Lilly rolled her eyes at the both of us. "In case you two idiots missed it, you're standing under mistletoe, and generally, people who stand under mistletoe don't argue."

I looked up and my heart jumped about a mile.

Mia gave me a cold glare. "If you think for just one moment that I'm going to--"

I didn't even wait for her to finish the sentence. In a passion-fueled daze, I cupped her face in my hands and brought my lips crashing down against hers.

I felt her gasp sharply and I smirked in satisfaction. That definitely shut her up.

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