Princess Selena was waiting by as Jeremy slowly recovered.  She stayed in his room to look after him the entire time, bringing in flowers and decorating his room, making it just about as stunning as a Disney holiday hotel.

As Jeremy moved and began to yawn, Selena ran over to Jeremy’s side.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re alright,” Selena exclaimed.

“Where,” Jeremy began, “Where am I?”

Realizing he had nearly been defeated and that Princess Selena had almost saved his life, ”Why can’t I do anything successful in life?” Jeremy contemplated out loud.

“I’ve dreamed all my life that I could help you, Your Majesty, but yet in the darkest hour of our Kingdom, you were the hero, and I, just an anti-hero.”

“Who cares how stories are supposed to be, Jeremy.  I hate this tokenistic dichotomy between the masculine male, and the weak female.  So what if I saved you?  Isn’t that what friendship is about?  That if a friend is in trouble, the other friend helps?”

“But now everybody thinks I’m this heroic Agent J, and you know it’s just all a facade.”

“Shut up Jeremy,” Princess Selena said looking deep in to Jeremy’s eyes, “Sometimes a girl likes soft socks, I wished you were honest with me from the start, why did you lie about who you were to me?”

“You know what Selena, to tell you who I am, I’d have to know who I am: And I don’t know who I am, I mean, is that even ascertainable?  Or maybe, should it be ascertainable?”

“Eventually Selena, somebody is going to solve the impossible P=NP question (a Millennium Prize Problem which will award the winner $1m if they solve it).  The issue thus then, is not answering questions, but asking the right ones.  For thousands of year, mankind tried to solve questions relating to theology, but they got nowhere.  They were asking the wrong questions.  In the past hundred years, our economic system has forced mankind to answer questions relating to commerce, which has what has led to the extraordinary industrial revolution.”

“So then what is the right question then?” Selena asked, somewhat contemplatively.

This was Jeremy’s moment.  He knew the question he wanted to ask her, and he had two choices.  Was he to revert to the quiet Jeremy when he was growing up, or was he strong enough to face the biggest battle of them all, asking Princess Selena for her hand.

“Do you ever think there’d ever be a you and me?” Jeremy said with an undertone.

To Jeremy’s disappointment, there was a moment of awkward silence that led to an instant feeling of anxiety.

Biting her bottom lip, Selena looked down, gliding her eyes away from Jeremy.

“I,” Selena started.

“I, uhh,” Selena again attempted to start unsuccessfully.

“You know what an agent is, right?” Jeremy asks

“They do all sorts of wacky things with guns and do things for the good of mankind, right?” Selena responded.

“Agents, owe a fiduciary duty to the principle. I owe a fiduciary duty to you, and I have two legal responsibilities, the no profit and no conflict rule,” Jeremy starts.

“And falling in love breaches the core of what fiduciary relation is about.”

“Nawwwhh, forbidden love,” Selena interjects.

“Shut up Selena, you’re meant to be mean to your constituency, you’re a princess, gosh LOL!” Jeremy giggles.

Princess Selena smiled at Jeremy.

“What?” Jeremy asked, as his smile steeped even deeper in to his face.

“What do you think?” Princess Selena said.

“You’re not maaaaaaaaaaaaad at me are you?” Jeremy replied raising one eyebrow pretending as if he thought she was really mad at him.

Without saying another word, Selena leaned forward, and Jeremy bit softly on her lower lip.

Princess Selena was restored to her throne, and Jeremy had achieved his dream of marrying Selena, thus obtaining the title of Prince Jeremy of Waverly Place.
And they lived happily ever after.