Chapter 47 - A Nightmare

"It has been a while, Emelia," The man greeted Emelia in a gentle manner as he removed his hood, revealing his brown hair. "You look well," He approached her, but then Emelia took a step back. The man read her face, to only being himself to frown.

The man couldn't help but laugh in a low tone. Since their last meeting, his voice grew deeper, and he looked much more attractive. "How…how did you know I was here?" Emelia took another step back, being cautious of him.​​

The way she acted made his stomach drop. He was expecting a reunion, but instead, Emelia didn't welcome him. "Aren't you supposed to be glad? I'm here to save you, Emelia. Let's return back to where we belong and build our own empire," He sounded desperate, not knowing he made Emelia feel disgusted with the way he spoke.

"Henry, if I were you, just start a new life. What's the point of building an empire where there isn't anyone to side with?" Henry scratched his hair and hissed, feeling disappointed with her answer. "Why don't you want to go back with me? Haven't you heard?" With the evil smirk written on his face, Emelia didn't like what she's about to hear. "Heard what?" Emelia asked Henry, who walked closer to Emelia. He then whispered,

"His Imperial Majesty is dead. That's right, the man who you call Elliot is gone."

"Miss? Miss? Are you alright?" Vanessa bit her lip and felt relieved when she saw Emelia opening her eyes. She sat up and touched her head as it ached. What she had earlier was just a dream, but her heart wouldn't stop beating out loud. "You're sweating a lot. Are you not feeling well?" Vanessa grabbed a piece of cloth from the drawer and hands it to Emelia. "I'm alright. Just had a bad dream," She muttered, wiping the sweats on her forehead.

While Vanessa prepared the bath for her, Emelia continued to space out. It felt so real, and her memories from the dreams were still all clear. Is he really dead? Emelia asked herself, but then Vanessa looked fine and well, meaning it was really just a dream.

If she isn't mistaken in her dream, she was in a tower. It looked familiar old cravings of people dancing and cravings of the stars. The answer was on the tip of her head, but she couldn't remember what it was.

"Miss…you're spacing out again. Are you really alright?" Vanessa looked at her with worries. But Emelia just stood up and walked straight to the bathroom, not answering her question. She dipped half of her face into the water and closes her eyes.

If that were to really happen. If Elliot really dies, what will happen to her? Right now, the only reason Emelia is alive is thanks to that man. Somehow she felt grateful for being alive. Death sure is a horrible thing.

Before she knew it, time had passed. It was just morning, but now it's the afternoon. The other day before Emelia went to bed Air sent her a letter coming from Elliot. At first, reading the letter made her want to smack his face, but then she wanted the book which he had borrowed first.

The reason why Emelia didn't want to go there was that she would see him. But remembering the dream, she couldn't wave off she deiced to let it go for now—what a cheeky man she said in her mind.

Arriving in his office, he looked busy with the number of papers piled on his desk. Standing to his side were Alan and Enoch. While in front was Air explaining to Elliot about the process of the negotiation.

Elliot looked busy, but he told her to come by the afternoon. But it didn't seem to be that way, and so she quietly left the room without him noticing. When she thought she was alone, she felt a blow on her ear. With her hand raised in the air, ready to slap the person. As she turned her back, her hand froze on air.

"What do you think were you trying to do?" Emelia lowered her hand while the man laughed and apologizes. "I'm sorry, Princess. I was wondering what your reaction would be if I did that," Enoch rubbed his nape, feeling apologetic towards his actions. "A certain bird told me to go with you," He continued while Emelia suspected that certain bird was Elliot.

"He looked busy. That only means I have to leave. Am I wrong?" Emelia took a step and followed Enoch. "Well…you're not wrong, I think," He muttered, leaning his two hands at the back of his head. Emelia felt disturbed by his presence, and so she asked, "Now that I've answered his question. Can you now leave me be?"

Enoch stopped walking then said, "I'm the one asking not His Imperial Majesty." Emelia stopped walking and turned her back after hearing what he said. She looked at him for a while, making the air uncomfortable for him. "I see. I apologize then," She said and continued walking.

Since that day he saw Emelia smiling, his heart wanted to see more of it. But then it wasn't going to be easy to make her smile or laugh. It has been a while since his heart wanted to be attached to another.

"I should report to him that she doesn't look well. Well...let's just leave her be."