Emery: A Prince's Adventure

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Chapter Three

Emma

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.

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

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

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see soon enough,'' I mutter under my

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

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

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

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

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

the rooms, where we're just standing

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

Julia and this is my daughter, Emma.''

to look up at the

the ground, playing with my fingers as I

I was out.''

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

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

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

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

''Likewise.'' I reply.

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

''As you say, mother.''

it's only Emery and I; the both of us are drowning in the ocean of awkwardness. He looks down at my five foot five height, ''Shall we?'' He says, pointing at the

with a smile and we start to make our ways out, just walking down the big hallway. My eyes can never seem to look at him because I fear of getting caught; that would be very awkward. Even though we're walking side by side without uttering a

from Melbourne a few days ago, I'm sorry if I'm a

the same effect sometimes,'' I reply, glancing at his

more until we enter a different room where there are paintings hung on the wall. It doesn't take me long to notice a painting of Emery—he seems

at his own painting, ''That's me, a couple of

him looking at the painting beside his but I keep quiet, not wanting to invade his privacy—it might make him dislike me

We are staring into each other's eyes with thoughts in our head yet I can't really

We both say at the same time which causes both of us to keep

a small smile, ''You first,'' He

I can leave. It wouldn't be much if I leave now because things won't be too complicated.'' I say and all he does is just looking at my

I mutter after realising that

slightly smirking as I watch him taking a few steps towards the

eyes widen before chuckling which earns his attention at the sound of my laughter, ''Yeah I do in New York and it originally belongs to

I'm not that kind of guy but I own the country if that impresses you.'' He smiles, making me chuckle once more. Honestly, I wouldn't think of being very casual with him—we're actually chatting like normal people

with a lot of guys so I quickly look up at him—clearing my throat.

taking a few steps forward. Due to our

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