I open the door to see a familiar dark brown haired woman standing with a smile on her face and just like that, I know there has got to be something, ''Mother.'' I mutter, earning myself a push from her so that she can enter the house—I take a few steps back, seeing that she has brought two bodyguards along.
As I turn to look at her, I see her eyes wandering around the house; probably mocking this place in her mind. Without further ado, I close the door, stepping towards the middle of the living room, ''I know that's not yours, Emery.'' She points at a white loose blouse, clearly a women's clothing.
To my surprise, she stands up, heading straight towards my bedroom. I quickly follow behind her, ''What are you doing?'' I ask but she ignores me by pushing the door open, revealing a woman with dark blonde hair, still in her deep slumber—which causes my mother to glare at me immediately.
She closes the door, gently and starts to pull me by the wrist, ''This is what you've been doing in Melbourne? Living like a man with no purpose? Who is she? Is she your girlfriend?'' She questions, making me put both of my hands on her shoulders and slowly letting her sit down on one of the sofas.
1
Both of her hazel eyes won't stop glaring at me and I know that she's not satisfied with me. Ever since I was eighteen, I moved straight to Australia because I don't want to be involved with any duties back in England—I never wanted that kind of life. I want a free life where I can do whatever and however I want.
Apart from that, I furthered my studies here.
Even in Australia, I know she's been keeping track of me. I'm the only child and I'm next to the throne; it's clear why she takes really good care of me. Other than the motherly love, sometimes I can't even have my own privacy—I've caught a few people following me and it was all her idea. She thought to keep me safe.
''Is she a prostitute?'' She questions once more which causes my eyes to widen slightly.
''No, she's a friend.'' I answer, shaking my head in denial.
Honestly, I barely even know her and she's just a girl I met last night at a party. She kept on wanting my attention and maybe I was too drunk to think clearly which explains why she's here, in my bedroom, in my house; in bed. Clearly, something happened last night with her.
''Friends don't have sexual intercourses.'' She responds and I start to chuckle—realising that it has been a while since I've talked to her. I've missed her and her voice; I missed her nagging a bit more because she always does that on the phone.
''It's a bit creepy when you say it like that,''
She rubs onto her temples, ''Oh dear, Emery. At least she's not your girlfriend, that would have broken my heart. She's definitely not I imagined my daughter-in-law would be but now when I think about it, she's far from what I imagined. Too far,'' She says, stating the truth.
but due to the fact of being royalty, I have a hard time trusting women. No one here knows who I am because I want them to see me as a normal person with a normal life; not
don't plan on having a girlfriend, just so you know.'' I say, taking a sip
out. Mother has always been good with secrets because she enjoys keeping them, for the sake
married,'' She says, clapping her hands and smiling widely at me, causing me to choke on
The way her eyes shine with happiness; I know that she has known this for a long time and has been waiting for the right
an agreement for the sake of their friendship. They want their friendship to last forever so that's why you have
mean, that I have to marry her no matter what?'' I raise an
marry each other—it's fate. People say that all the time because how can there not be
but when it comes to marrying someone, I would like
the right to marry whoever we want but I guess that right isn't for royalties. Then again, I don't know when it comes to her; she's probably jumping up and
she
1
just marry someone. I don't want to,'' I mutter under my breath before sighing deeply,
The agreement has always been sealed to fulfil when your great-grandfather died—he made your grandfather promise and your grandfather made your father promise. I guess you won't
won't even be making that promise if I'm not in place to fulfil it. Everyone has a choice, mother especially when it comes to marrying someone. Just cancel the agreement, no one will question. You have the power to do that,'' I say, running my fingers through my hair, not quite believing that my mother came all the way to Melbourne just to tell me that I'll be getting
has been written in the law until it is fulfilled—which will be cancelled on its own.'' She replies, sighing before sitting right
''She could
me off, ''She's twenty-five this
realising that there's not other way for me to run away from this kind of things. Agreements are taken seriously with royalties because it is something that rarely
don't think about it right now. I thought. I don't marry someone just because she's attractive, I'll marry
more if I'm stuck with her. I might as
seen pictures of her. Of course, I would want the best for you, Emery. She's a very beautiful girl, you don't have to worry about how she looks. I know how it bothers you with your curiosity but try to push that thought away for
eyes, trying to take a better look in her eyes before trying to joke around, ''I don't trust you.'' I say, jokingly and she starts to slap onto my arm; making me laugh
smile, I wrap my arm around her shoulder which earns me a sigh. I look down at her, seeing that she has a heartwarming smile that can cheer anyone up—that explains why father fell in love with her; anyone would, ''If she's not what as you described, I'll be screaming bloody Mary.''
Emery
I open the door to see a familiar dark brown haired woman standing with a smile on her face and just like that, I know there has got to be something, ''Mother.'' I mutter, earning myself a push from her so that she can enter the house—I take a few steps back, seeing that she has brought two bodyguards along.
As I turn to look at her, I see her eyes wandering around the house; probably mocking this place in her mind. Without further ado, I close the door, stepping towards the middle of the living room, ''I know that's not yours, Emery.'' She points at a white loose blouse, clearly a women's clothing.
To my surprise, she stands up, heading straight towards my bedroom. I quickly follow behind her, ''What are you doing?'' I ask but she ignores me by pushing the door open, revealing a woman with dark blonde hair, still in her deep slumber—which causes my mother to glare at me immediately.
She closes the door, gently and starts to pull me by the wrist, ''This is what you've been doing in Melbourne? Living like a man with no purpose? Who is she? Is she your girlfriend?'' She questions, making me put both of my hands on her shoulders and slowly letting her sit down on one of the sofas.
1Both of her hazel eyes won't stop glaring at me and I know that she's not satisfied with me. Ever since I was eighteen, I moved straight to Australia because I don't want to be involved with any duties back in England—I never wanted that kind of life. I want a free life where I can do whatever and however I want.
Apart from that, I furthered my studies here.
Even in Australia, I know she's been keeping track of me. I'm the only child and I'm next to the throne; it's clear why she takes really good care of me. Other than the motherly love, sometimes I can't even have my own privacy—I've caught a few people following me and it was all her idea. She thought to keep me safe.
''Is she a prostitute?'' She questions once more which causes my eyes to widen slightly.
''No, she's a friend.'' I answer, shaking my head in denial.
Honestly, I barely even know her and she's just a girl I met last night at a party. She kept on wanting my attention and maybe I was too drunk to think clearly which explains why she's here, in my bedroom, in my house; in bed. Clearly, something happened last night with her.
''Friends don't have sexual intercourses.'' She responds and I start to chuckle—realising that it has been a while since I've talked to her. I've missed her and her voice; I missed her nagging a bit more because she always does that on the phone.
''It's a bit creepy when you say it like that,''
She rubs onto her temples, ''Oh dear, Emery. At least she's not your girlfriend, that would have broken my heart. She's definitely not I imagined my daughter-in-law would be but now when I think about it, she's far from what I imagined. Too far,'' She says, stating the truth.
but due to the fact of being royalty, I have a hard time trusting women. No one here knows who I am because I want them to see me as a normal person with a normal life; not
don't plan on having a girlfriend, just so you know.'' I say, taking a sip
out. Mother has always been good with secrets because she enjoys keeping them, for the sake
married,'' She says, clapping her hands and smiling widely at me, causing me to choke on
The way her eyes shine with happiness; I know that she has known this for a long time and has been waiting for the right
an agreement for the sake of their friendship. They want their friendship to last forever so that's why you have
mean, that I have to marry her no matter what?'' I raise an
marry each other—it's fate. People say that all the time because how can there not be
but when it comes to marrying someone, I would like
the right to marry whoever we want but I guess that right isn't for royalties. Then again, I don't know when it comes to her; she's probably jumping up and
she
1just marry someone. I don't want to,'' I mutter under my breath before sighing deeply,
The agreement has always been sealed to fulfil when your great-grandfather died—he made your grandfather promise and your grandfather made your father promise. I guess you won't
won't even be making that promise if I'm not in place to fulfil it. Everyone has a choice, mother especially when it comes to marrying someone. Just cancel the agreement, no one will question. You have the power to do that,'' I say, running my fingers through my hair, not quite believing that my mother came all the way to Melbourne just to tell me that I'll be getting
has been written in the law until it is fulfilled—which will be cancelled on its own.'' She replies, sighing before sitting right
''She could
me off, ''She's twenty-five this
realising that there's not other way for me to run away from this kind of things. Agreements are taken seriously with royalties because it is something that rarely
don't think about it right now. I thought. I don't marry someone just because she's attractive, I'll marry
more if I'm stuck with her. I might as
seen pictures of her. Of course, I would want the best for you, Emery. She's a very beautiful girl, you don't have to worry about how she looks. I know how it bothers you with your curiosity but try to push that thought away for
eyes, trying to take a better look in her eyes before trying to joke around, ''I don't trust you.'' I say, jokingly and she starts to slap onto my arm; making me laugh
smile, I wrap my arm around her shoulder which earns me a sigh. I look down at her, seeing that she has a heartwarming smile that can cheer anyone up—that explains why father fell in love with her; anyone would, ''If she's not what as you described, I'll be screaming bloody Mary.''