the-prince-philip:

reginamills-yourqueen:

“Philip, please. I- I love you,” she whispered almost inaudibly as her brows furrowed, leaning in for a kiss. She hoped to jog his memory. 

“Y-You what?” He leaned backwards; since he could remember, no one had ever loved him; there wasn’t anyone; there never have been; his life was nothing but a void. What kind of game was she trying to play? “How do you know my name?” He questioned.

“Philip. Please. You know this isn’t easy for me,” she cried, her eyes widening. She still didn’t want it to be true. “I- You’re my blue eyed…puppy.”