"Even if I could." Prince Christopher said, running his hands through his hair. "You are a very ... different spirit. There is no malice in you so I wondered if you are even a ghost.
"If I had not observed how people reacted to you when I saw you wandering around, I would have been so sure that you were not a ghost.
"Those that remain in this world are for one of two emotions, rage or regret," he explains, fiddling with little sparkly rocks in front of him. "You do not seem to have rage so I am guessing it might be regret.
"If it is regret ... then it makes sense that it is better hidden." The Prince looks up at me with pity. "Is this from a lost love? A love that could never be?"
"Something like that," I said, chuckling. "The King and I ... we shared a history, as I have told you already. I know that he misses me and ... I wish to tell him many things. If it is possible for you to get him to believe that I am here."
