A/N: This story was my piece for Fandom 4 Children. I am really proud of it, as it's the longest thing I have write and the one I love the most from all my stories. I want to thank Mandy 52799 for the amazing banner she made, Nicia for betaing all 20,000 words and CrazySue05 for double checking it was errors free. The prologue is a little small so there will be two updates today. I own nothing but the plot of this story. All the characters belong to the amazing Richelle Mead. I am simply having fun playing around with them.

This story is dedicated to my amazing friend Nicia. For helping me with it when I got stuck, or cheering me up when I thought I would never get it done and finally for showing such faith to me. Without you I would have never finish this. ~Maria


~Prologue~

"In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he's everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and you realize that Prince Charming is not as easy to find as you thought. You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he's not easy to spot; he's really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair."

-Taylor Swift

And they lived happily ever after...

That's how all the fairytales my mom used to read me when I was a child ended. With the Princess finding her Prince and the bad guys being punished for what they did wrong.

For many years I believed I would get my happy ending too. I would find my Prince Charming, he would sweep me off my feet and we would live happily ever after with no worries.

Now two years after my whole life was shattered before my eyes I wish I never believed in fairytales. I wish I never believed in Prince Charming, white horses, beautiful dresses that my fairy godmother would make from rags or carriages made from pumpkins. I wish my mother had told me that true love never comes easily. That life never runs smoothly and that happy endings don't really exist.

I wish I never thought that I was entitled to live that happily ever after.

I wish someone had prepared me for the pain I would feel when I lost him.