Sounds of flowing water filled my ears, and the smell of ocean water hit my nostrils.It flooded my mind with the memories of my father bringing me and Lincoln to the beach while we were still young. I still had a good memory of how we used to build sandcastles and joke about how we would become queen and king together, which was funny considering how our views changed as we grew older and lost interest in anything and everything to do with royalty.I always thought that was our destiny, but considering how much Lincoln had changed, our entire past felt like a lie.Lincoln had changed, he looked different, he was no longer as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside, he held no humour, no adoration, just anger and hatred. He tried to get my attention, but eventually, he stopped trying.To think I had fallen in love with him, now I was not even sure what I felt for of him. The mention of his name, Violet, or merely the sight of him made me mad.A part of me longed for him, I mi