Emery: A Prince's Adventure

Emma

As I enter the dining room, I immediately see Emery talking to his mother but within seconds, he turns to look at me before eyeing my dress and my face; causing my cheeks to slightly flush pink. Without further ado, I continue to make my way towards them and joining the small crowd.

''I'm sorry but the king won't be joining us today,'' One of the guards say, breaking the silence.

Emery glances at his mother for a few seconds before pointing at one of the seats near me as a gesture for me to sit down. He pulls the chair to the back, letting me sit in my own comfort and to my surprise, he leans in near my ear, ''You look stunning.'' He whispers.

Then, he starts to make his way towards his own seat while I continue to keep my calm high instead of getting all excited over a compliment. The truth is, I feel like jumping up and down due to his compliment; I've never been complimented by a prince before and I'm sure it'll cause anyone to react in a crazy own way.

My mother sits beside me in her dress that I've come to notice, fits her perfectly which define her natural curves. I hold onto her hand, ''You look nice, mum.'' I say with a smile and she chuckles; lightly caressing my cheek.

The queen has finally seated down next to Emery and she turns to look at me immediately, ''Emma, you look absolutely beautiful and I'm glad that the dress fits you very well. Red is definitely your colour, dear.'' She says and I nod with a smile plastered on my face as a thank you.

Within seconds, I start to see other people coming in. The amount of people in this dining room are around ten—I heard the queen only invited her closes friend as she does not want mum and I to feel a little bit pushed by her welcoming. Almost all of them has their eyes glued to me but I pretend not to notice because I'll end up embarrassing myself without noticing.

I look up to see Emery focused on the food in front of him without glancing elsewhere. My mind seem to have forgotten that it's very impolite to stare as I continue to look at him and see the way he frowns just by looking at his food which makes me chuckle lightly. Honestly, he looks unknowingly adorable in his own ways.

All of a sudden, he starts to look up at me, causing my eyes to widen immediately. Our eyes meet and they start to look deeply into one another as if we can go through each other's soul. I break the eye contact, trying to cover up the embarrassment I've earned.

''I saw that,'' My mother says beside me in a low tone.

''What?'' I raise an eyebrow, gazing at her.

She raises the glass of water before taking a sip, ''The whole romantic stare, I saw it all. Don't need to be shy or hide those things away from me, it's normal for you to develop feelings—even without knowing each other yet,'' She replies.

''That's very impossible, mum. This is the twenty-first century, there's no such things as developing feelings without knowing one another; there's also no such things as love at first sight because it does not exist. Humans are attracted to attractive people and love at first sight may only be possible if the person is undeniably beautiful.'' I state, causing her to look at me with disbelief before smiling, half-agreeing.

Emma. A mother knows best,'' She

situation which I highly want to avoid. Even

hallway as I excused myself earlier. I can't get my thoughts straight with being near all those people—they looked at me and they started to talk but I hardly pay any attention. It's probably because they know that

Emery walking in a hurry towards the king's chamber. I furrow my eyebrows at the sight of him—catching a glimpse of his eyebrows frowning in worry but I stay still, taking a few steps further away, scared if I

see a man standing quite near me with a smile plastered on his face. My eyes widen instantly, surprised at his figure. Then, he chuckles, ''I'm sorry to scare you but you look like you're troubled.'' He says in his thick accent and I just curve up

''I'm fine,'' I reply.

only feature that's appealing enough to attract someone. He looks deeply into my eyes but I find it slightly uncomfortable, ''I've learned from experience that when a woman says that

but my stare is a little bit

any other moment, to be honest. I'm good,''

he continues

chamber, seeing Emery and the queen stepping out but what surprises me most is the look on Emery's face. It shows how he's worried and troubled which confuses me slightly. As for the queen, she starts to sigh deeply, holding onto her son's arm, ''Emery,

as I do have a choice to my own life and you know that better than anyone else including father. He's too caught up with the promise he made with his father years ago and

more, hugging onto her slim figure, ''Choices are limited for us, my son. Royalties have to sacrifice and sometimes the sacrifices me make are worth it. Trust me,'' She says, trying to persuade Emery into something but I stay still behind the wall, wanting to

very out of topic for someone like us, I know that so I don't want to choose something that I might regret one day. I don't want to hurt anyone including myself,'' He mutters, quite low but from

see it. I don't see anything that's wrong with Emma. She's beautiful, smart, stunning and anything that a man could ask for. What is it that you don't want to marry her? What is

can make my way down the hall, I start to hear

something 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 husband should love his wife—in fact, I don't see myself loving her in anyway possible.'' He

will come,

if only the agreement isn't important enough and if only

heart doesn't feel like it's hurting because Emery is right, we barely know each other and he doesn't want to force himself to love me when he feels absolutely nothing—I would do the same too. It's impossible to love someone that we don't feel any sort of connection with because feelings don't come

he won't love me, that's the answer. He'll keep on pushing

some reason, I can say the

know whether I'll be able to accept his flaws because we barely know one

bed and placing my stuff inside without hesitating. I look up to see my mother entering the room with a surprised look on her face, ''What are you doing, Emma?''