A/N: Hey everyone! As the demand for a sequel was quite clear I've decided to continue the story. So welcome back to the readers of A Flower, and to new readers: Welcome. I'll try to explain as much things as possible, but I think it'd be better to have read A Flower before continuing with The Mirror. Oh, and I have no actual idea about what I want to do with this one, so it might take some days now and then for me to find some sort of inspiration (wow, that sounds cheesy :).) Any way, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Prologue

Knives cutting through her heart. Yes, what a good way to describe the feeling, the pain in her chest. But she would prefer real knives to that. With real knives in her heart she would die in a matter of seconds, but with this…she would not die. Not immediately any way. No, it would take months, even years. It was not something that injured her on the outside, but something that destroyed her from the inside. Slowly and invisible.

She had known it from the start. She had always known it. But she had fought against those thoughts, had hoped that it would be different. After all, what was she? She was a peasant's daughter with neither money, nor connections. Her education was passable at best. She had no talents, was no great beauty. What had she been thinking?

What were the chances of somebody like her to win and keep the heart of somebody like him? She was nothing and he was everything. He had seen the world, had experience in matters to which she was yet ignorant.

She shivered as the cold sea breeze hit her upon leaving her cabin. Slowly she walked towards the ship's rail. The white cliffs of Marseille, sparkling against the dark sky of that spring morning, awaited her arrival. The sun was just about to rise.

She had promised herself to never let go of him again. Perhaps it had never been in her power to make that promise after all.