''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.
2
''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.
Chapter 19: 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.
2''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?