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Emery: A Prince's Adventure novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Chapter Three


It has been a week since the talk with both mum and dad. I took the whole week to really sort things through without hesitation because I want to figure things out instead of keeping them. Due to that, I guess it has been working for me to choose.

Apparently, mum booked the flight ticket earlier than I thought she would. She told me that she knows how I'll think through it and accept sincerely but then she also told me that there was also a high chance of me declining. That's the truth; I was considering declining but like Jace said, why not give it a try other than living in regret.

''You could be wrong,'' I say, turning to look at her.

Her lips curve up into a small smile, ''I could but you're here with me—in England, fulfilling your fate. No one can run away from everything, right Emma?'' She replies, putting on her lipstick before eyeing her lips in the mirror.

I glance one last time at the mirror before we start to make our way towards the exit and my eyes widen as soon as I see a black limousine parked at the front; grabbing everyone's attention at the sight of the two flags. My eyes wander around the tinted windows—trying to see if it's even possible for me to look inside but it's very impossible.

Mum and I stand still, not really knowing what to do.

''I thought we're getting a cab?'' I say, glancing at my mother and she nods, completely agreeing.

To my surprise, a royal chauffeur starts to make his way towards us with a small smile on his face. He appears to be around his forties but still manage to look young. Within seconds, he has already grabbed both of our bags before placing them in the trunk and opening the door for us.

''I'm sorry but as my mother informed, we're getting a cab.'' I say, trying to make sure that he's not picking up the wrong person or anything because that's far from what I want at the moment. We're in a foreign country and we've hardly been to England before except for dad, he was born here.

He furrows his eyebrows, ''I'm sorry miss but I was tasked to come and pick you and Mrs. Parker at the airport—as requested by the queen.'' He replies.

My mother smiles, ''Alright then, come on in, Emma.'' She says, getting inside the car while I stand still, watching her getting comfortable. With a sigh, I start to step inside—seconds before the chauffeur starts to close the door.

I glance once more at my mother, seeing that she's eyeing the sparkling water, ''I can guess that you don't know about this but I could be wrong.'' I say, breaking the silence and earning myself a sigh from her.

''Emma, I only arranged for our flight and our transportation which is clearly not this limousine. As far as I'm excited to meet the queen or my future son-in-law, I'm not as cruel as you think.'' She responds, choosing the mineral water instead before taking a sip.

I let out a deep sigh as I turn to look out through the window and realise that we're on our way to meet the queen and even the prince—my fiancé, that's what they call him. The whole ride is awkwardly quiet, I wouldn't dare to make a conversation with mother, who'll know what she will say. She's quite excited, I can see that and truth be told, I don't know what I should be feeling.

Excited or casual?

Deep inside, I don't feel a thing except for this curiosity of how he looks like. He might be curious about how I look like too if he haven't seen any of my pictures but you can never trust a royal family when it comes to matchmaking, they have every information that's possible. I guess they're lucky in some ways.

My eyes wander around the city of London and it somehow surprises me at the sight. I can't deny that this country is a beautiful country—it's also the place where mum and dad met during their first year of university. I consider London as their spot of love because this place has brought them together while New York has been a place that teared them apart.

''Don't you miss this place?'' I ask her.

I can feel her looking at me before I start to turn and see the emotions in her eyes, ''There are a lot of memories here in England and London is the very one of them. Your father and I met here, we spent our time here and we even declared our love here. You can pretty say that it sums everything. Emma, you should know that I still love your father but sometimes, it doesn't last forever.'' She replies.

''Don't be like me. I let the man that I love go. I want yours to last with happiness and love—no pretending needed. If things don't work out the way you have in mind or planned, just tell me and I'll get you of here as soon as possible.'' She adds, pulling me in to snuggle and I quickly respond by kissing her cheek.

I'm lucky to have a mother like her. This agreement has nothing to do with her, she doesn't force me into this. She may seem like she's choosing what's best for me and I guess that she wants me to try it out—probably I'll find love here and won't even seek for a new one back in New York.

Ever since my heart was broken terribly, I had no desire in dating. I want a love that lasts till the end of my breath instead of a love that can hardly make it through the first stage. I don't want a love where it's filled with lusts but a love where it's filled with specialities. Honestly, I may not be an expert in love but I have my own concept.


''We'll see soon enough,'' I mutter under my breath.

If only I have a sibling to pour my worries and sorrow, that would've been much better. Being the only child, it's not much of a joy sometimes. Yes, I can get anything I want because my parents love me very much that they'd risk everything but they also hope for everything when it comes to me. They have no other child to hope for.

As soon as I see a glimpse of the castle, I immediately feel attracted to it. The way it beholds its beauty from afar, it's quite mesmerising—truthfully, it feels like a fairytale but everything feels real and the world is not only filled with happiness and happily ever after. There are endings, pains, sorrows and problems that only the strongest one can overcome.

The car comes to a stop at the entrance of the castle before the royal chauffeur steps out, opening the door for mother and I. We both step out of the car, taking in the sight we both see with awe and respect. My eyes immediately focus on a woman with dark brown hair as she steps down from the stairs, a wide smile plastered on her face.

''Welcome, it's very lovely to finally meet you two.'' She says in her accent but by the way she talks and moves, it is full of poise. Then, her hazel eyes meet mine instantly, showing some sort of awe in them, ''Oh dear, you are a very beautiful young lady.'' She adds, grabbing onto my hand.

I smile back at her, feeling my cheeks heat up within seconds. Mother stands beside me as she looks at me with a smile—then we were both invited to step inside the castle, making us take the view much more further and deeper. As soon as we stepped inside the castle, we were speechless. Everything seemed beautifully arranged and expensive.

Now, we're in one of the rooms, where we're just standing in the middle.

''It's very rude of me not to introduce myself, I'm Queen Genevieve but you can just call me Genevieve. Apparently, my son is quite late than usual—it's very rare of him to act this way, my apologies.'' She speaks which I respond with a smile; not really knowing how I should react with a royalty but to only keep my manners well.

''I'm Julia and this is my daughter, Emma.'' My mother replies.

''Of course, I've known her existence ever since she was born.'' The queen—Genevieve says before she starts to look up at the door but I stay still, not really wanting to turn around and see if it's her son.

The sound of the two doors opening start to bother my heartbeat, making it faster than usual. I immediately look down at the ground, playing with my fingers as I do so, wanting to make it seem less awkward than it already is, ''Emery, you're late.'' She says, showing an unpleasant look on her face as the footsteps get closer.

''I'm sorry mother, I was out.'' He responds.

At the sound of his voice, it's deep and husky which can be listed in one of the attractiveness in men article I read a few months ago. Genevieve smiles as she looks at me, ''Emery, this is Emma.'' She says, gesturing for me to turn around but my skin goes ice cold—showing how nervous I am. It's not the fact that I'm scared if he won't like me but I'm scared of the sight I will see.

With full courage, I turn around, meeting a pair of light brown eyes looking back at me as he eyes my face. I manage to take a better look at his six foot two height and his well-built body because he seems to do the same but with a slight of respect. One word, gorgeous. That's all I can say at the sight of him.

Well, there's more. He's beautiful, gorgeous, handsome and very good-looking. I think all of those are categorised in the same way but I can't help it. Maybe Jace was right, coming here isn't a bad choice—I can actually meet the prince up close and take in his beauty. It might be weird for me to drool or stare at his face so I look down, breaking the eye contact.

''It's nice to meet you, Emma.'' He says with a small smile on his face. When he spoke my name, it felt like my whole body was being burned in fire. It glided off nice and I never seemed to have this much of an effect when it comes to people saying my name.

''Likewise.'' I reply.

The queen chuckles from behind, ''Now that's settled. Emery, would you care to show Emma around while Mrs. Parker and I have a little talk, getting to know each other.'' She says and I immediately look up at Emery—who seems to clench his jaw and fake a smile that I can very much notice.


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