Emma

''Wait, no. I got this,'' I say, practising the way I walk; more like practising to walk properly. Well, Marie Anne told me to walk more like a royalty especially when I'm out in public—uh, for sure.

''You've been saying that for the past hour,''

I look up at her, trying to find wrongness but truth be told; she's correct so far. As I held my chin high, my shoulders back and my posture straight—I try one last time to make sure that it's perfect.

''Slowly,'' Evelyn mutters under her breath.

I have to agree with her on that.

With books on my head; it's quite hard to walk without thinking of the books falling down onto the ground—honestly, they've been in my head for the past hour than literally on my head. How funny.

All of a sudden, the door swings open, revealing Emery; who has both of his eyes onto Marie Anne before falling onto me—frowning for a few seconds.

Just like that, the books begin to fall.

What. The. Fucking. Hell. I'm going to stab him.

''Oh, sorry. Wrong room,'' He chuckles, glancing at my direction before entering the room. Just as my blood begins to boil in disagreement, he winks. Shit.

''Your Highness, we're just having a lesson.'' Marie Anne says, pointing at the books that has fell onto the ground before smiling up at the prince himself.

''I can see that,'' He glances back at me. ''Actually, I just wanted to see how things are going in here. Don't really want her to feel pressured,'' He adds.

Marie Anne's eyes widen, ''Absolutely not.''

Evelyn smirks from behind, eyeing the three of us. Then, she stands up; walking towards Emery and I. ''You don't need to worry, little brother. Emma will be fine under my care—so, mind your own business.''

That may sounded a little bit harsh but no. Not at all.