Chapter Eighteen

Emma

''I'm starting to think that you are everywhere,'' Emery says towards Evelyn, who is currently standing at the door with her eyes squinting at him—probably not bothered to give a damn.

''Oh my god! Who did your hair?'' She walks towards me, her eyes widening at my braider hair; touching it after pushing Emery off the bed so that she'll be able to be on the bed with me, not wanting her brother to be on the bed with us.

''Excuse me?'' Emery stands up.

''You're excused,'' She glances at him for a few seconds before mumbling a few things that I can't really catch up—but mostly complimenting my hair. I turn to look up at Emery, seeing him rolling his eyes; pretending to rip her throat off without her knowledge as he makes his way towards me.

He stands in front of Evelyn, making her raise an eyebrow; stopping touching my hair immediately. By the way she looks at him, it seems like she wants him out of the room and just let us have some girl talk. Then again, Emery doesn't seem like he care.

''You're looking at him,'' He points at himself.

Evelyn laughs loudly which surprises me slightly as I smile—watching the two argue. She stops laughing immediately, ''Yeah. I thought I said you're excused?'' She flicks him off from afar, making him throw the nearest object from him which is the pillow directly towards her head.

''Get out of my room,'' He says.

''Oh, it's on!'' She stands up.

The both of them start to stare at each other before grabbing onto the pillows and attacking one another—making me yelp as I fall down onto the floor; laughing at their childish behaviour. They are standing on the bed with pillows hitting each other's bodies and heads, making a whole lot of noise.

All of a sudden, Evelyn shoves Emery down the bed, making him fall onto the ground with a loud thud; causing the three of us to stare widely at each other—afraid if we might wake up the rest of the people in this castle. When we hear noises coming from the door, we immediately turn to look.

The door pushes open, revealing Genevieve.

''She started it!'' Emery points at his sister and she rolls her eyes in annoyance; before he drops his head onto the ground once more—breathing heavily while I just lay on my stomach, using my elbows and forearms to support my body.

''Evelyn, get to your room.'' She says.

''Yeah, get to your room.'' He throws another pillow.

Evelyn responds back by roughly throwing the pillow straight onto his crouch, making him groan loudly in pain but Genevieve and Evelyn just exit the room after rolling their eyes. I continue to look at him—seeing that he's closing his eyes, ''You're pretending.'' I mutter.

He opens his eyes, looking directly at me as he sits up straight; his hair are in different directions, messily making him much more attractive. I take this moment as a moment that I shall appreciate by continuing to stare at him without even caring if he might ask me to piss off. That's what they say it.

''I needed a little bit of attention,'' He chuckles, standing up and picking up the pillows on the ground before throwing them on the bed. Then, he lays onto the bed, sighing deeply.

I immediately join him by laying next to him, focusing onto his face; seeing that he has his eyes closed again as he tries to control his breathings. My lips curve up into a small smile, liking how he hasn't shaved today which leads him to having a light stubble.

''Sleep with me,'' He breathes.

To my surprise, he starts to pull me by the waist—making my body lay down on the bed as he snuggles closer; hugging me tightly. In our current position, I can feel him breathing down my neck which causes me to stay still, wanting him to just stay near me and have his arms around me.

I turn around so that I would be facing him before wrapping my arms around his body and snuggling even closer towards him—so it's two of us wrapping our arms around one another. He pulls the comforter up, covering our bodies as he keeps on cuddling me until we both fall asleep.

I am awaken by the sun shining brightly through the windows, making me turn to see Emery sleeping soundly without even bothered by the sunlight. He has one of his hand on my waist while the other near his head—still facing me but I move a lot in my sleep, it's not a surprise to find my back facing him.

He moves slightly in his sleep when I slowly remove his hand from my waist in order for me to get up, getting ready for the day. Once he has faced the other side, I quickly make my way towards the bathroom—undressing myself and enjoy a warm shower after cleansing my skin and brushing my teeth, feeling all fresh and clean.

When I step out of the bathroom, I find him still sleeping in the same position so it's easier for me to run towards the walk-in closet without caring that he'll start making noises from seeing me in my towel. I choose a loose blouse and a pair of dark skinny jeans, completing with flats.

I head downstairs when I'm done.

Genevieve and Evelyn are having breakfast outside as they enjoy the sun so I make my way towards them and as soon as they saw me, they start to wave.

''How did you sleep, dear?'' Genevieve asks.

''I slept well, what about you?''

''Oh dear. Not so good. Evelyn was babbling all night long about her plans to travel this weekend. She has been bugging me that I couldn't even sleep,'' She replies before glancing at Evelyn; who's taking a bite of her well-cooked pancakes.

''Where do you plan on travelling?'' I ask her.

''I don't know yet. Got any ideas?''

Knowing Evelyn—she has been travelling to different countries ever since she was gone; that's what Emery said to me. She likes travelling because for her, life is too short to be mopping and repeating the same thing everyday so by travelling, she gets to see and learn new things. That's what she wants to achieve in life.

Becoming her princess has really slipped her mind, she doesn't want to do her duties; goes the same with Emery—the two of them really want to run away from their responsibilities. That's quite a bonus for Evelyn, she's not the next in line for the throne unless Emery and I fail to have a child—she'll be the one to rule.

Why am I even talking about having a child?

''You've been everywhere. I don't really know,'' I say and she chuckles; sipping onto her cup of tea.

''I haven't been to Mount Everest but you got a point there. You should try and travel with me whenever you want because it's just a great experience,'' She smiles; thinking of the adventures she had.

One of the maids place a plate full of pancakes in front of me and I thank her by smiling before taking a bite of it—instantly loving the taste. They taste good, especially with the blueberry jam.

''It's not just the new things that you get to learn but the people that you get to meet—those hot men. They are very wild when it comes to adventures,'' She winks at me; making me laugh as she joins me afterwards.

''Of course, it's always the men.'' Genevieve mutters.

''Speaking of men, your man is up.'' Evelyn points at Emery who is currently walking towards us; seeing that he has showered and all ready as if he's heading somewhere—I take my chance to stare at him until he reaches us which will probably take ten minutes if he keeps on walking like a model, that's for sure.

''Good morning,'' He says, standing beside me.

Then, he leans in, pecking onto my cheek which leaves Evelyn smiling widely as she holds onto her cup; and Genevieve starts to wink at her—sending signals.

''Morning,'' I respond back.

''Are you heading somewhere, Emery?'' Genevieve asks, looking directly at her son before I look up at him; seeing that he is currently looking down at me.

''Well, I'm taking Emma out. It's not like I have anything to do today anyway,'' He replies; grabbing onto my hand as he lifts me up—after pushing Evelyn slightly and making her throw her flip flops towards him which he dodges successfully.

''Have a nice day, you two.'' The queen says.

Holy sweet cheeks of macaroni and cheese.

Holy sweet cheeks of macaroni and cheese

''Get in,'' He says.

I do as told and as soon as I enter the car, I am left to mesmerise the interior. Truth be told, I'll be riding a cab every single day back in New York because well, I don't think cars are important but now, I want one.

He starts to drive out of the garage, exiting the castle and pressing harder onto the gas pedal; making the car go forward a little bit faster. I turn to look at the windows—enjoying the view outside.

''Where are we going?'' I turn to ask him.

''Somewhere,'' He answers.

''Where would that somewhere be?'' I continue to ask him in which he responds back with a small smile; letting me eye his profile—before turning to look out again, just going to see where he'll be taking me if he does not want to tell me, that's for sure.

It's not too long to realise that we're stopping in front of the park; making me turn to look at him. He looks back at me before stepping out of the car after putting on his sunglasses—due to the sun or due to his reputation. Then again, it doesn't matter.

A lot of people are here, enjoying themselves.

I've never been to the park in London before and it sure does make me feel like everyone else; free and untied to the lawa—it makes me feel so much better.

Emery walks towards me, holding onto my hand as we head straight towards the park, seeing that people are actually looking at us but he does't seem bothered. I smile at the few people as they start taking pictures of us, ''Are you sure it's okay?'' I ask him.

''Yeah, look there.'' He replies.

I look up at the direction he points, seeing that there are men in suits standing and guarding this place; each perimeter of this place. For once, I thought we were going to be out by ourselves without anyone else coming to watch over us but then again, never mind.

''Right. Of course,'' I mutter under my breath.

We find a great spot near the tree, making him sit and lean his head against it while I follow afterwards. He starts to look around—enjoying the surroundings of being outdoors; ignoring other people's stare.

As for me, I continue to just look up front.

''I really just want to get out of that place,'' He begins to speak, making me turn to look at him.

''Yeah, it has been years and I think that I miss being treated as a royalty but I don't want to be bound by the law. If you know what I mean,'' He continues. My lips curve up into a small smile—knowing exactly what he meant. Then again, no one wants to be bound by the law. We all want freedom where we can decide our own future and our own path.

''I get what you mean,'' I reply.

Emery looks at me, ''When we were in New York, it felt great. I was able to experience it all over again.'' He says, causing me to nod my head; smiling.

''I think I have an idea,'' He mutters under his breath which earns my attention—making me look directly into his eyes; waiting for him to continue as he smirks. The look on his face shows how he has an amazing plan and that he intends to use it.

''Oh, won't you tell me?'' I push him slightly.

''Have you ever been to Greece?'' He asks, smiling at me; showing his perfectly straight teeth—as a sign that he definitely has something planned.