Colette looked behind the prince to see the angry guards.  They must be here because she killed one of their comrades.  She was backed against the wall with no where to turn, she needed a way out.  Somehow she needed to get away from here as quickly as she could.  But how was she going to do that if her only exit was blocked?<br/><br/>The prince was closing in on her, and her expression felt pained.  She didn't want to see him, not now.  She was fond of him but se could never be that girl in the beautiful dress again.   That's the person he loved.   He loved Cinderella, not Colette.<br/>She stayed silent as she waited for him to ask his question.  He watched his moves carefully, waiting for an opening of any kind.  Everytime he said her fake name, it hurt her a bit, twisting her stomach and making her hatred for being alive grow.