Louis' POV

I stand next to my boyfriend, his hand clutching mine tightly as his Stepmother's body gets dropped into a grave. I know Harry was nervous from the clamminess of his hands, but also from his talk before. He had tried acting tough about it, but I knew deep down he was going to be troubled. 

"I can't believe they killed her," Niall mutters. I glance over at them from behind us and notice that he was standing with his wife, Leigh-Anne. They had gotten not long after Niall was told his mother was being killed for her crimes. It had taken a while, too long if you asked me, for the royal council to properly look into her case. We were originally supposed to just keep her and let her rot in the jail, but after I fought the case and had Niall and Liam testify against her she was put on death row. Through this whole thing I also realized that behind closed doors, even to Harry's knowledge, Niall and Liam fell victim to her. 

I knew that today would be a hard one for Niall. Not only would he be loosing his mother, he would be burying his last member of kin. Liam had passed away shortly after his testify against his mother. Nobody was quite sure what he died of, but the nurses said it was an illness that went untreated. 

"Dadda, who that? " Jace, my son asks. He had shared Gemma's darker hair, but my blue eyes. When I found out Gemma was pregnant I wasn't ready and didn't want to be a father, but now it consumed my life. 

"Your grandmother," I whisper. I didn't want to disclose too much information to his child. He was still innocent I didn't want to corrupt him too early. Jace was only 5. 

"What happen to her?" 

"She passed away," I say simply. He slumps his shoulders and frowns at me. He clings to my pant leg, yanking on it a few times before sighing loudly. 

"I want Mamma," He tells me. I look around first trying to find Gemma. I see her across the lawn sipping out of a champagne glass quietly. I kneel down and point to her. Jace looks up at me and smiles. 

"She's right over there, Bud, if you need me I'll be with Uncle Harry, alright?" I look into his blue eyes and find myself falling into the trap that is him. I always fell into his trap when he shinned those big blue eyes at me. It was irresistible.  

"Okay, Dadda. I love you!" Jace tries to wiggle from my grip, but I held him tighter and started kissing his little cheek. He giggles loudly, only stopping in between to be me to stop. 

"I love you more, Bubba," I remind him. He smiles at me, crossing his arms across his chest and glaring at me for tickling him. I ruffle his hair as I stand. He forgets the matter, giggling as he runs off to Gemma. I watch him run up to Gemma and watched Gemma's eyes light up as he jumped into his arms. No matter how much I didn't like her, she had a way with kids. 

"What are you thinking?" Harry asks, squeezing my hand. I look to him and give a weak smile. I wasn't sure what I was thinking. It had been 5 years since we had locked his stepmother up, and to tell you the truth, I'm sure in those 5 years she had learned to be a better person. Maybe that was just the alcohol talking, or maybe it was something more, I guess I'll never know.

I see Erik, now 18, walk over to us. He wore a simple black shirt and pants. A red tie hanging from his neck. He had grown up so much since the first time we met. It was a strange thing to see him grow up to be so mature. If seeing him growing up affected me this much, my heart ached thinking about Jace growing up. 

He pulls Harry into a hug first and then me. I hug him quickly before returning to my spot next to Harry. I knew what today was and had been regretting the day. Erik would be moving out of the castle. 

"Just going around saying my last few goodbyes," Erik explains.

"That's good, you know we'll all miss you here. If you ever want to come back you'll be more than welcome," I remind him. He nods, tucking his hands into his pockets. 

Erik's dream was to become a knight. He had admitted that to me on his 15th birthday. I didn't think he would stick with it, but he had. With my help I got him into a program that would help him get to where he needed to be and he was doing well. So well, in fact, that he was being sent a town over for a year or so to apprentice under one of the best knight's that has ever walked the castle halls. It was a huge thing for him, but we would all miss him. 

He reassures Harry as he gives him on last hug. "I'll be back in your hair before you know it." Harry nods, pulling back and wiping a few stray tears from under his eyes. I watch as Erik walks back into the castle to collect his things. 

"I'm going to go talk with Gemma and hang out with my favorite nephew," Harry tells me. He kisses me quickly before leaving my side to accompany his sister.

They hadn't spoken for a few months after the incident. He even had a hard time opening up to me, which is totally understandable, but after a few years and come group sessions with my mom we were all able to work a few things out. I smile as I see how happy everyone looked. I realize that my one dream had come true. 

I had my own happily ever after. 

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Hey guys! This is the end of The Prince and The Pauper and I would you enjoyed! I'm so glad that you read this through and (hopefully) enjoyed it! I don't know if I'm going to start any new projects after this, but if you have any suggestions leave one in the comments! Special shout out to: BellaMartinez203 for being such an avid reader and supporting me throughout this rewriting process! Thanks so much and I hope you enjoyed! ~B