m

xactly understand what exactly is going on but I pay no attention because I don't want to trouble my mind with regrets th

and see the look on her face—it shows confusion. Deep inside, I

nestly, I don't want to tell about what happened yesterday to her even though I know that she deserves to know because she's my m

is word, he did book a flight for both mum and I for our return to New York. The queen was surprised to hear my decis

that I can force upon myself. I can't love her, mother. When I look at her, I just don't see myself loving her in a way that a

a second thought of this place. My new plan is to get back to New York, probably spend a couple of days trying to make my pr

orce me to leave the house just so that we can go back to England but I won't be taking any chances coming back here; I don't fe

he even thinks of me as someone who's beautiful. I want to know why he doesn't want to try and give in for once just

run instead of a country. He deserves someone better and with a high status other than me because look at him,

w if you decline the marriage or even the engagement—is there something that you don't like? What happened with Emery last night? Did he say something hurtful?'' She continues to ask wh

t now is choosing my choice so I'm not looking back b

ow the reason

to marry him. We don't want to marry one another and from that, it shows how our marriage will never last. I don't want to be forcing my

a great explanat

cept everything without saying how I will regret this. I might regret this one day but that's life, you just g

sed to see Emery standing there, looking straight at my face. My eyes widen slightly a

feel slightly uncomfortable under his gaze, I pretend to not care and just look back; wanting to sh

her while we just try to calm ourselves down. He's probably thinking in his head while mine remains blank and confused. Due to

ere?'' I ask, breaking

ot see you again. I hope that you'll give me a few minutes to talk, then you can make your own

ure in front of me. It's their prince and they don't seem to notice much—but I don't bother think ab

there's anything much

her last night and that's probably the reason why you're leaving. I would too because who would want to stay when the other person doesn't even ca

as I take a better look at his

do you

ttle down with him—have a family and all that stuff or you can stay here, continue on this agreement that our great-gran

n why i'm the only on

rry only you and take the throne but if you disagree, I am not allowed to marry anyone at all until the day I die. With no heir or

o not have an heir—due to the fact that he will never get married so he will lose everything that has been going through his family for gener

r's eyes, probably thinking

ossible? It's highly impossible. He's the prince, for god's sake, he is allowed to marry whoever he wants

ask, my voice low but lo

one say from afar but Emery keeps quiet,

' He asks, leaving m

on't

e's actually their prince. I look down at him before glancing around the airport, seeing that people are muttering words that I can't comprehe

about you because we met yesterday and it's really unrealistic for me to be proposing to a woman I barely know but when I first laid eyes on you, I saw a very beautiful woman—not the prettiest but you are very beau

o-called-proposal but I don't really mind. He's correct, we barely know each other and if he

n Allan, I will marry you.'' I reply with a playful smirk on my face w

, I see that people are starting to clap for us as they watch us with awe and adoration. Emery on the other hand, continues

know,''

d as a sign for me to take it—which starts to make my heart go wild. Within seconds, my hand is already pl

ow my full name,

'How did you

she starts to pull me into a hug—surprising me once more. When she pulls away, her eyes are filled with t

me before leaning in a bit,

other garden around the castle and entering a place filled with flowers, leaving a scent. I look around in awe, loving

him, keeping the d

serious matter. Just some stuff that we should know about eac

w me, Emery?'' I ask and surprisingly, I see his cheeks

you think it's a little bit important to not skip the get to know each other part?''

ry to impress or surprise you because I'm just a normal boring girl with a normal life until the day I know t

was eighteen so I barely remember much of what happened here in England. Most of the people there doesn't know about me because I'm rarely in the news or anyt

past girlfriends. He must have o

t be serious with someone. It's a good thing I didn't, I wouldn't have a choice with her anyway. So, instead of having a relationship w

ly give a chance on liking or loving someone. I focused on my studies and my career instead of on myself because I know that it won

es at my

wide as it might count as him being happy but there's something than nothing. He continues to look down, playing with t

ow any signs of looking away either and I take that as a good thing—for now. Other than that, he doesn'

n my finger, causing me to look down in surprise. Within seconds, I am looking up at him once mo

, I'm surprised that it fits.''

et as he looks down at me—meeting eyes once more, ''I'll see you later, Emma.'' He says and I just continue

er, they are match made in heaven. My mind replays back the words that m