Emma

''I just think that it's not okay,'' I mutter.

''What's not okay about learning ethics and ways of royalties? You're included,'' He replies, looking at himself in the mirror as he fixes his hair; wanting to look presentably good for today.

Our honeymoon ended sooner than we thought it would be. Well, if a week of being in Greece is considered short—then, I don't know how long I deserve to consider it long enough.

We spent the whole week being in each other's arms, moulding and suffocating ourselves with embraces. It's just too difficult for us to stay away because we're new to all of this; the whole I want you thing.

As for today, he will be attending an event.

Which he highly and much likely disagree. He wants to stay home, not ever leaving for the next few days because he wants to spend time with me. That's what he said but unfortunately, he has to obey Genevieve.

''I don't know,'' I breathe out.

As I lay my back onto the bed, I start to let myself set free by staring onto the ceiling—easing my own mind. There's just a lot going on right now; in different ways and it's not easy for me either. For instance, the thing with Emery and I, we're slowly yet fast moving.

From our sudden marriage to our honeymoon, we end up falling for each other very hard and fast. It's like we are not pushing the thought of being in love with one another, it's as if we want this. The both of us.

To my surprise, I find Emery hovering on top of me, both of his hands pressing onto the bed; supporting his own weight. Our eyes meet in an instant, leaving us stare deeply into one another's soul.

I manage to take my time by eyeing him from up to toe without hiding it away from him because he seems to be enjoying my stare. All of a sudden, I find his lips curving up into a smile; swooning me mentally.

''Why does it bother you so much?''

''I'm not fit for royalty, Emery. You and I both know how I enjoy the freedom I once had. I can't just go and learn your ways because it doesn't feel right,'' I say.

He frowns, ''Why do you think of it that way? You are and always be fitted for royalty, Emma. Trust me, you don't need to be born into royalty or be related to any royalties in the world—you are already royalty,''

''Marrying you has it perks,'' I chuckle.

''Exactly,'' He kisses onto my cheek.

''So, don't bring yourself down. Go to the classes that my mother has arranged for you, learn those damn lessons and get it over with. It's not hard,'' He mutters as he uses his left hand to caress the side of my face.

''Easy for you to say, sweetheart. You learned them when you were a kid and you've mastered it now,'' I reply before pushing him slowly, causing him to move down from the bed and stand near the edge.

I stand up, inches apart from him.

''Believe me. I spent most of my time skipping those classes and it took me longer to learn,'' He chuckles, ''I hate them—they bore me to death.'' Then, he cups onto my face; looking down and directly into my eyes.

We stay quiet for a few seconds with us only staring into each other's eyes; finding it very soothing. It's kind of a normal thing for us to just stare into one another's eyes because it bring us something.

''You used to hate them. I hate them now,'' I pout.