Chapter Thirteen

Emma

''I need to be honest with you,''

I turn to face Emery, seeing that he's busy looking at a group of men who will be riding with us. Then, he looks down at me, ''I have completely forgotten how to ride a horse.'' He mutters under his breath and within seconds, one of the men starts to approach us; causing him to sigh.

''Your Highnesses, will you be riding today?'' He asks with a smile on his face before glancing at my direction. Both Emery and I return back the smile but from the look on Emery's face, I know he doesn't want to turn down the challenge but neither of us really know how to ride a horse. Well, except for him, he knows very well but he has forgotten about it.

''Of course,'' Emery replies.

Then, he disappears back into the crowd before they all walk towards their horses, getting ready for the ride. I turn to look at Emery once more, bracing myself to place a hand on the side of his face, earning myself a confused look from him but he stays still. We are looking deeply into each other's eyes, ''Try. You might remember how,'' I say as I smile.

He chuckles, ''Might.''

''It's better than nothing,'' I reassure him. He looks back at me, ''Trust me. Get on your horse and show me, we'll get the hang of it, together. How does that sound?'' I lightly tap onto his cheek before walking towards the two horses that belongs to Emery and I.

When I turn to look at him, I see that he has a small smile on his face before he actually starts to make his way towards his white beauty—slowly caressing the side of her face but both of his eyes are still on mine

When I turn to look at him, I see that he has a small smile on his face before he actually starts to make his way towards his white beauty—slowly caressing the side of her face but both of his eyes are still on mine. Within seconds, he has already make his way towards me, slowly picking me up by the waist to place me on my horse.

With a loud chuckle, I manage to grab other people's attention but Emery doesn't seem to bother as he laughs, surprised to see my reaction. Trust me, we'll appear in the news and my face will probably look like crap due to the fact that the reporters are busy capturing our pictures at all times.

''There,'' He says, looking up at me.

Once he's on his horse, he starts to move a little to the front, trying to get the hang of it while I stay still, watching his every movement. Slowly, I try to get along with my horse by caressing the side of his face—until we finally manage to make them move towards the crowd.

''It has been awhile since you ride, are you sure you'll be alright?'' One of the men asks.

For some reason, Emery finds it as a challenge because he starts to clench his jaw before actually smiling. He glances at my direction, ''We'll get the hang of it, together. How does that sound?'' He points out the question, leaving me smiling and nodding my head while the gentleman nods in understanding.

My heart beats at a very fast pace as I look at Emery, seeing him a few feet away from me. Just by the look of him right now, he seems extremely flawless. The way his messy brown hair is being blown by the wind and his eyes lightening up due to the sun—he looks, breathtaking. Without me realising, he is already looking at me, ''You coming?'' He asks.

''Yeah,'' I reply, moving forward.

We have a whole crowd watching us and as I awkwardly sit on my horse, he won't move, causing me to stay still on the middle with my horse while Emery has already gotten the hang of it with his. He turns to look at me, seeing that I'm struggling with mine—which causes him to turn back and getting off.

To my surprise, he starts to pick me by the waist before placing me on the ground. When I finally think that he's going to just walk with me back to the stable, I thought wrong, he picks me up, bridal style—causing my cheeks to heat up immediately. The whole crowd starts to cheer and stand up, especially because we're newlyweds.

''What are you doing?'' I ask.

''Carrying you,'' He replies as he looks down at my face. My heart continues to beat fast due to the fact that our faces are inches apart and that he doesn't seem to bother much at our intimacy in public. Then, he places me on his horse before getting up afterwards.

''I can walk, you know.'' I mutter near his ear.

''I know,'' He replies.

Emery moves towards the front slowly before we finally start to fasten up, causing me to wrap my arms around his waist—just like when we were riding a motorbike

Emery moves towards the front slowly before we finally start to fasten up, causing me to wrap my arms around his waist—just like when we were riding a motorbike. The feeling is the same yet the experience is different; I know, we're being captured by the reporters.

The reporters are busy snapping our pictures.

Once we're headed back towards the group of men, they all watch us without uttering a single word. ''I guess, that's enough riding for us today, gentlemen.'' Emery says, earning their attention. They all nod and start to make their way towards the front, leaving Emery and I.

I walk side by side with Emery as he takes off his gloves. Even though he's not paying any attention at me, I take my chance to keep on eyeing him—mesmerising his beauty. For once, I realise how lucky I am to have him as my husband. He sure is, magical.

''Huh?''

His brown eyes look down into my eyes, ''How was the ride?'' He asks, this time his question is clearer. Then, he takes a few steps closer towards me—waiting for my answer. It takes me awhile to realise that he's just closing the distance to take off my gloves so I sigh in relief, after seeing him holding my hand.

''It was an experience,'' I reply.

''That wouldn't be your last.'' He assures me.

Once we're done spending time at the public event, we head our way back to the castle. As soon as we arrive at the castle, Evelyn and Genevieve stands at the front door—waiting for our return. My eyes widen as I see them but they have wide smiles on their faces before Evelyn starts to shove her phone towards Emery.

Both Emery and I watch the video that has been taken by the reporters which has been posted online, worldwide. In the video, I can see Emery and I riding the horses together before he starts to pick me up bridal style—causing both Evelyn and Genevieve to smile widely, clapping their hands.

''Someone's been a sweetheart,'' Evelyn teases him.

Emery shoves back the phone back at her before entering the castle, leaving her laughing as she eyes me, gesturing for me to go inside with him. I do as told, following behind him; without uttering a single word. We head towards a room that I'm not quite familiar with, noticing that it is actually the room that Genevieve has assigned for both Emery and I.

As soon as I enter the room, my eyes wide at the sight. The room is filled with white furniture but there are red petals of roses on the floor and on the bed—Genevieve and Evelyn must've planned it. I clear my throat as Emery enters the room without a word as he lays down on the bed, closing his eyes as a sign that he's tired.

I sit down on the nearest armchair before taking out my phone.

Without me realising, I've been on my phone for an hour and I start to look up at Emery, seeing that he's in a different position—in a much more cuter position, I must add. He's laying on the side as his chest rises up and down, slowly; showing how he's peacefully sleeping.

I manage to watch him sleep and end up falling asleep too; with a small smile on my face.

The next morning,

The sunlight is hitting on my face, causing me to immediately open my eyes—trying to find a solution to why does the sun shining brightly against my skin when I clearly remember falling asleep on the armchair, where the window is nowhere near.

I run my hands around to find myself being on a bed, quickly making me sit up straight; breathing out. For a second, I don't know if I consider myself lucky to wake up alone without finding Emery in this room or to feel slightly sad about it.

Without further ado, I head towards the bathroom for a nice bath before changing into a pair of clothing that has been placed by the servants on the bed. I quickly walk out of the room, heading towards the other side.

''Emma, come here.'' The queen says.

I didn't even realise that she has been sitting there with a book in her hand so I make my way towards her, looking around to find no one else here except the two of us. Once I'm fully seated, she starts to look at me.

''How does a honeymoon sound like?'' She asks.

My eyes widen at the sound of her saying honeymoon when Emery and I barely even get to the first stage. We are hardly acquaintances—honestly, I don't know what and where we are at the moment.

''Uh—''

She interrupts me, ''Perhaps, Bali, Maldives, Bora Bora or even Krabi. Somewhere far from here. I'm guessing you two would like somewhere far and private,'' She says, smiling.

All of a sudden, I start to think of a great idea.

''I was thinking, maybe go to New York.'' I answer, hoping that she would reconsider because I really want to get back to New York. It has been awhile since I've been back, besides, I have a restaurant to take care of.

''New York isn't exactly a place for a honeymoon,'' She replies but by the look on her face, it shows how she might reconsider.

''Well, I wasn't actually considering a honeymoon location. I—I thought it would be best if we get to know each other first other than rushing things for a honeymoon. Emery and I are only slowly trying to get comfortable with each other. I can really show him New York but in the meantime, we'll get the chance to talk.'' I assure her, trying to make her agree.

Genevieve stays quiet for a few seconds before lifting her book up once more, ''I'll ask Phillip to arrange a private jet. You have a home in New York, I assume?''

''Does this mean that—''

''Yes, you two will be going to New York.'' She replies.