Back at the castle, Prince Kennith Sheershider is perched at the end of his bed. The area around his eyes is red from crying and his shirt is a mess. He groans bitterly, still deeply saddened by the loss of his father. Informer Arne Faucheux shows up at the door.
“...why didn’t you tell me...?” Kennith asks, briefly glancing up before glaring at his own feet.
“Your majesty... It was a mistake, honestly... I was waiting for the right moment... I... I didn’t want to hurt you...” Arne says, “You know I’ve always wanted what is best for you...”
“THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME SOONER!” Kennith yells.
“Well, I have learned from my mistake. I have come to report to you news I have just now received,” Arne says.
“What? What could you possibly have to tell me?!” Kennith asks.
“You asked for my help. You wanted me to find that young woman of yours. And you may recall that she was a vampire...” Arne says, clearing his throat.
“Was? Did you cure her?” Kennith asks.
“We were very close to finding the cure, I’m sorry... Chloe White has died,” Arne says.
“NO! THIS CANNOT BE!” Kennith yells.
“I’m sorry... We did all we could...” Arne says.
“Have you given her a proper burial, at least?” Kennith asks.
“We have not buried the body yet. She currently lies in the woods near an old cabin,” Arne says.
“I must see her. If you’re not going to burry her, I will. It is my fault she died, anyhow!” Kennith yells.
Before the informer can stop him, Kennith Sheershider gets up from his bed. Quickly, he dusts off his clothes and combs his hair smooth. Without a second glance at the informer, he leaves to the castle stable. From here, he mounts his gorgeous white horse with the long flowing gray mane and tail.
“On, Horse! To the woods!” Kennith cries, gently kicking the horse.
The horse neighs and takes off at a canter towards the woods. By this point, the seven nightshift workers have built a coffin and are preparing to lay Chloe White down in it.
“She really was a pretty young lady...” Steve states, “It’s such a shame she died so young...”
The others nod.
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“Are we absolutely sure she is dead for real?” Indigo inquires.
“Yes... There is no sign of life in her body...” Steve says.
“Who’s going to lay her in the coffin?” Indigo asks.
None of the men volunteer. Not a single one of them can bare to handle laying the young girl to rest.
“We can’t do this! It’s wrong!” Joey wails, “And I’m not kidding, either!”
“I know, Joey... I know...” Slate says.
Kennith Sheershider arrives on his horse and halts before the men.
“The prince of Sheershider!” the men exclaim and bow before the prince.
“Rise, men...” Kennith says.
The seven men stand up straight. Kennith Sheershider dismounts his horse and approaches Chloe White.
“Chloe White... You were a magnificent work of art...” Kennith says, kneeling to get closer to the body.
“We tried to keep her safe since the day she showed up at our house,” Steve states.
“Thank you... I do not blame you for her death. I am, alone, to be blamed...” Kennith says, “Because I was a fool and unknowingly fed her a poisoned apple.”
“We were about to bury her, but we cannot bare to do so...” Grant says, sniffling.
“I’ll do it...” Kennith says.
The seven shorter men watch as the prince lovingly lifts Chloe White from the ground. He holds her in his arms for a moment. With a sigh, he lays her down in the coffin.
“Chloe White... I barely knew you... I wish I could have known you better... I loved you. I still love you. Forever, you will be in my heart...” Kennith says.
He leans closer and kisses Chloe White on the cold dead lips. He withdraws with a look of disgust on his face. He turns and spits a garlic clove into the grass.
“Yuck!” Kennith exclaims, “That came out of her mouth!”
“Your majesty! Look!” Clint exclaims.
Kennith Sheershider turns back around and sees Chloe White opening her eyes.
“Ughhhh... Where am I...?” Chloe White asks.
“Chloe!” Kennith exclaims.
“SHE’S ALIVE!” Steve exclaims.
“It must have been that kiss!” Reynold reasons, “The kiss saved her life!”
“Oh Chloe... I was so worried!” Kennith exclaims.
“M-my prince!” Chloe White says, lifting a hand to touch his face.
Kennith Sheershider leans in and kisses her on the lips again, this time, for longer.
“Awwww!” the seven men exclaim.
“Let me help you to your feet,” Kennith says.
He gently takes Chloe White’s hands in his and pulls her up out of the coffin.
“Funny... I don’t recall what happened to me...“ Chloe White says.
“It’s best you don’t know... Come with me, my darling...” Kennith says.
“I’d love to!” Chloe White says, then she turns to the other men, “I will remember your kindness towards me. I will come back to visit, I promise!”
“We’ll miss you, Chloe,” Steve says.
“Bye!” Chloe White says, waving.
The seven men wave goodbye to Chloe White. Kennith Sheershider mounts his horse and then helps her up after him.
“I’ve got a bone to pick with a certain informer...” Kennith says as he is riding with Chloe White.
“Oh?” Chloe White asks.
“He has been withholding information from me despite that being his job. As it turns out, my father has died and I am to be coronated as king... I’m nervous...” Kennith says.
“I’m sorry... But I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’ll make for a great king,” Chloe White says.
“And you, my darling, would make for a great queen,” Kennith says, “That is, if you’d like to marry me...”
“Oh! But of course! I love you!” Chloe White exclaims.
“I love you too,” Kennith says.
In the end, Informer Arne Faucheux and his huntsmen were sentenced to the dungeon. Kennith Sheershider became king and took Chloe White to be his wife. However, the wicked old witch has yet to be captured and she still lurks around Sheershider Kingdom. As for the vampire curse, well, the new king’s love has proven to be effective at keeping the monstrous tendencies at bay.
The End!