Chapter 29
Emery
My mind drifts away to my conversation with Colest night—instantly making me zone out. It has been
on my mind and I can''t stop thinking about it at all even when I''m here with Emma.
''''It''s too early, mother.'''' She chuckles as she turns.
They are currently standing in front of the mirror as they watch her small bump; the baby is not clearly
showing up yet due to the fact that she''s two weeks pregnant. The two of them seem very happy that
they did not even notice how I''m barely here.
''''Emery,'''' I look up at Emma; seeing that she has been calling my name for the past few seconds. She
looks at me with a raised eyebrow, probably worried about my sudden change. I couldn''t me her,
really.
''''Yeah? What''s wrong?'''' I ask, smiling slightly.
My mother; Genevieve doesn''t seem to notice much as she continues to go through our closet—
looking for Emma''s clothes, probably wanting to add more maternity clothes for the future when the
baby bump is already showing. She must be excited for her first grandchild and obviously she would
act this way.
''''Are you okay?'''' She asks, sitting next to me on our bed, looking into my eyes. ''''You''ve been zoning out
I find myself let out a breathy chuckle before ncing at her direction, ''''I haven''t even notice myself
zoning outtely but I''m fine, Emma. Trust me,'''' I reply.
To my surprise, she leans in to kiss me on the lips in which I respond back with the same rhythm. The
way our lips move against each other in a passionate yet slow sync—I''m practically showing her the
truth but I don''t have the courage to say it out loud.
She slows down the kiss, smiling at me.
All of a sudden, someonees opening the door in a hurry before running in; making both Emma and
I to turn and look at the figure—Evelyn, seeing her with a wide smile on her face. Then, she starts to
push me a little in order for her to sit next to Emma.
''''Oh my god, have you seen our guest?'''' She exims with happiness glistering in her eyes; making
me look at her in confusion. Yes, the guest that arrived at our pce is one of the former royalties from
France but what does the guests have to do with this.
''''You mean, guests. Why are you overreacting?'''' I roll my eyes in annoyance at her behaviour. She has
never been the one to act all excited over guests thate over—she would even barely be here. In
fact, she would not be here at all if it weren''t for father''s sake.
Evelyn smiles widely, her eyes are showing something that I can''tprehend. The way she looks out
at the ss window, it shows a little bit more of her true self and surprisingly, I''m not fond of it.
''''Shut up, Emery. You wouldn''t even understand. Emma and I need to have this conversation but if
you''re going to make fun of me, just walk away.''''
''''I—I''m not making fun of you.'''' I stutter.
She narrow her eyes at me before continuing to speak, ''''Whatever. There''s this guy, his name is
Andrea and he''s just—breathtaking. He has the lightest blue eyes that I''ve ever seen; but then, that
would be a lie. That is not the point right now,'''' She frowns, ''''Emma, he''s a charmingd. You should
see him,''''
''''Why should Emma see him?'''' I quickly cut her off.
''''Because I like him, isn''t that obvious?'''' She sighs.
Emmaughs at me as she pulls Evelyn in for a hug, ''''Finally, you''ll have someone to drool over. Tell
me more about him—what happened down there?'''' She asks, paying full attention to the story.
''''Come on,'''' Evelyn exims as she pulls her up, and they both end up chuckling on their way out. I
turn to look at my mother; seeing that she''s exiting from the walk-in closet, looking for Emma.
''''Oh, I was babbling to myself.'''' She chuckles.
I smile at her as I make my way down the hall, getting to the stairs before heading straight towards the
west wing; where the guests are currently having their lunch—theying here are weed.
From behind, I see Emma gesturing Evelyn to go and start a conversation with ''Andrea'' who is
currently enjoying his lunch. I cross my arms as my lips curve up into a smile at my sister and my wife
—they look like teenage girls wanting to confess.
''''You sure?'''' Evelyn asks, hesitating.
''''Yes! Go or you''ll regret it,'''' Emma replies.
Evelyn let out a deep sigh as she makes her way towards Andrea who immediately look up at her with
a smile on his face—weing Evelyn''s presence near him. He begins to stand up, smiling at her and
looking at her in a way that I don''t understand.
As they make their way towards the garden, Ie to apany Emma—receiving a smile from her.
''''She likes him so why not,'''' She mutters near me.
''''So, you''re the matchmaker now?'''' I turn to face her as she smiles down at the ground; mesmerising
me at the sight of it. She''s a beauty that is cherished.
''''Well, not really. Besides, what she said is true. He''s indeed a beauty—matches her. They''re both
beautiful so I don''t see anything wrong with it,'''' She says.
''''But I''m beautifuler,'''' I roll my eyes.
She fakes a cough, ''''Yup. Whatever you say,''''
I peck onto the side of her temple before wrapping my arm around her shoulder, ''''What do you say,
Your Highness, care for a stroll?'''' I caress the side of her face with my index finger; making her smile.
''''Why, it''s an honour, my prince.'''' She replies.
We walk side by side before entwining our fingers together—enjoying this moment. Honestly, nothing
can go wrong. Especially not now because I, for one notice how things are going very well.
My life has never felt perfect. We''re a young married couple who''s going to have a baby together,
slowly building a life to where we will face bigger obstacles but the obstacles we face will only make us
stronger. Yes, I was too naive to ept her before but now all I see is her—she''s my one and only.
It''s not hard to give in when two hearts are one.
As I look down at her, I pull her closer towards me so that she''s near enough for me to feel her warmth.
We are and always will try to understand one another and yes, I do notice how she wants to ask me
questions. Questions that I preferably want to avoid.
''''I love you,'''' I say, out of the blue.
She turns to look at me, ''''I love you too,''''
We stop walking as we eye each other; confusion in her eyes yet she doesn''t utter a single word—I
know that she senses something is clearly wrong with me but she doesn''t want to make it a big deal.
''''I really love you, Emma. I don''t know how much but what I''m sure is that I love you more than you
think. You and our baby will always be my first priority,'''' I say, for no reason at all. It''s just that I want her
to know my feelings for her are true; genuine.
Emma cups onto my face, caressing slowly.
''''And I, love you.'''' She breathes out.
''''You can tell me anything. Anything that is bothering you because I''ll be here to understand—I''ll try to
feel what you feel so that maybe we can ovee it together; you would want that, wouldn''t you?'''' She
asks, surprised to find me pulling her by the waist.
''''I''d want everything with you,'''' I mutter.
''''And everything we shall have,'''' She replies.
Emma and I both look up to find Evelynughing loudly at Andrea in which he responds back with the
sameughter—making us smile at their happiness. They seem happy and I don''t see why I should be
thinking over something that is never too sure.
I look at the woman in front of me; Emma.
I''m more than lucky to have her as my wife and it''s such a grateful gift. She''s an absolute beauty but
other than her beauty, she''s perfect. Her personalities, her appearances, her charms; they''re rare.
Everything that we share, I wouldn''t want to ruin.
We are and will keep on staying strong.
''''Your Highnesses!'''' Emma and I turn to look at one of the royal guards running towards us, ''''T—the
king, he has stopped breathing,'''' He says, panting.
I turn to look at Emma, seeing her eyes widening as soon as our minds realise what the guard has
said. Without further ado, I immediately make my way back into the pce—heading towards father''s
wing before reaching his bedroom; pushing the door open to see the doctor attending him.
''''Check his heart rate,'''' He says, in a hurry.
I am only left looking at my father having the struggle to breathe as his heart starts to beat again but his
condition is not stable—making me close the distance between us; due to the fact that I want to see
him closely so that he would be able to see me too.
''''Your Highness, forgive me but I''m going to ask you to leave us. Please,'''' The doctor sounds like he is
almost begging as I look into his eyes; slowly, yet understandingly walking towards the door.
Emma ces her hand on her t stomach as she watch me head back towards her before grabbing
onto her hand as we walk out of his chamber. My mind won''t think of anyone or anything else other
than my own father; the father that has raised me.
''''Emery! H—how is he?'''' Motheres rushing with Evelyn on her side, luckily there''s no sight of
Andrea because that would be a little bit too invading.
''''The doctor asked us to stay out for awhile,'''' I reply.
My mother starts to frown as tears are streaming down her cheeks; showing the amount of sadness
that she has been building up inside of her. The way she cries for my father—her husband—it shows,
how her love for him is genuine, real.
''''His heart stopped,'''' I mutter under my breath.
''''What? Let me in to see your father,'''' She says.
''''No, mother. The doctor asked us to wait here and he will call for us when he''s done. We don''t want
him to feel pressured—that''s never good.
Thirty-minutes have passed and all of a sudden, the doctores out of the chamber—looking at me. I
lean forward from the wall before turning to look around me; seeing that I''m the only one left waiting for
him while they have went back to wash up.
''''He wishes to see you,'''' He says and I quickly make my way inside but before I can, the doctor stops
me by the chest, ''''I must tell you, Your Highness. You will be thest person he''ll see,'''' He adds,
silencing me.
''''What? What does that—'''' I stop talking.
I turn to look at my father, his breathing slowing down so I quickly step inside; closing the door behind
me in order to have a little privacy. As soon as he hears the door closing, he nces up at my direction
while I make my way towards him.
''''My son.'''' He chuckles before coughing in which I immediately walk towards him, trying to soothe the
hardness in his chest, ''''How are things?'''' He asks.
My lips curve up into a smile, ''''Good,''''
He smiles back at me, coughing more afterwards and this time; he coughs out blood—making me
worry but before I can run out to call for the doctor, he begins to pull my hand, stopping me. The way
he looks into my eyes, it shows how he wants to say something.
''''Emery, I have to tell you. Your mother and I were supposed to tell you eight years ago but you left to
Australia before we could find the chance. Now, I want to tell you and I want you to understand,'''' He
breathes out, gripping onto my hand; tightly.
My whole body starts to tremble at the nervousness but I nod; gesturing for him to keep on speaking.
Yes, he might have something important to say and I will let him be the one to speak. I want to know.
''''When you step out of here, head straight towards my office and unlock the third drawer. You''ll find a
file with your name on top—then, you shall find the truth. Do you trust me, son?'''' He grips harder.
His dark blue eyes are barely filled with light.
They''ve always been happy and full of light.
''''Yes, I trust you.'''' I breathe out, nodding my head and just like that—he smiles at me before slowly
closing his eyes, coughing more blood. I begin to panic as the doctor runs inside; checking his heart
rate but as I feel his grip loosening, I know it''s toote. What the doctor said was true.
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''''I love you, son.'''' He cries out as he breathes.
The machine beeps, signalling his death.
''''Father. Father! No, don''t leave me,'''' I say as tears are appearing in my eyes before continuing to slip.
My eyebrows furrow at the amount of pain; letting me grip onto the sheets.
I''ve never had the chance to prove him that I am and will be a better son—instead of leaving him
behind in order to go after my freedom. He didn''t disagree or stop me because he wanted what was
best.
My legs fail me as they drop down onto the ground before letting me grip onto his hands—not wanting
to let him go, not yet. I heard footsteps nearing me and it doesn''t take me long to realise that Emma is
already by my side; her arms around me.
''''No! Please,'''' My mother cries out, her pain.
I look up with teary eyes at my sister; Evelyn, her eyes are reddening due to the amount of sadness
and due to the amount of tears escaping her eyes. She begins to cover her mouth—not wanting any
sound to escape and appear hopeless. Yes, she may have known father shorter than me because she
was adopted at an older age but Evelyn and I are his favourites.
''''Shh, you''re okay. You''re okay,'''' Emma whispers.
I blink away the tears, letting myself weak.
She won''t stop wrapping her arms around me; slowlyforting me which soothes me slightly. I
breathe out the amount of sadness overwhelming me before holding onto her hand—finding strength.
Within seconds, I am left seeing my family crumble in pain and sadness at the lost of our king.