Emery

''It has been ten days, Your Highness. You haven't touched your food. Shall I get you something else to eat? The queen worries about your wellbeing,'' I keep on looking at the glass window; not sparing a second glance at one of the servants. I'm don't feel like I need to consume anything and it has not bothered me.

I stay quiet for a few seconds before sighing.

''No. I need to be alone,'' I answer which causes him to bow in respect before exiting the room—leaving me all by myself; what I really want at the moment or for the past ten days, I've been avoiding people. Easy to say, I have been locking myself in this room.

Actually, this is his office. Being in here just makes me feel like he's still here with me; his presence. My mind has been blanked for the past few days because I've forgotten of what he asked me to do.

I find myself sitting in his armchair before throwing my head back with a deep sigh—not quite believing that I've lost my father. His death does not only bring sadness in our family but it brings sadness to the people here in England.

He was a true king and his priority was his family and his people. Barely himself. Ever since I was a kid, he would always say 'care for your family, care for your people and care for your loved ones.' That has been stuck in my mind; he reminded me.

Within seconds, I have realised the missing piece of my memory—making me look at the drawers near my side before making my way towards it. I immediately try to pull it open but my action is being pulled back due to the fact that the drawer is indeed locked.

''Oh, bloody hell. Where's the key?'' I mutter.

I begin to lose my mind but as soon as I find certain keys in one of the drawers near his Mahogany desk, I quickly try them one by one; which is testing my patience and making sure my sanity is attach.

It took me at least fifteen minutes to finally pull the drawer open; earning myself a sigh of relief. I look down into the drawer and find a file with my name on top—the only thing available in here is the file.

Without further ado, I pick up the file and go through the papers inside—shocked to find myself reading these confidential papers. As I keep on reading them one by one, I stop once I see the truth. My whole body shakes in disbelief as my hands go cold; this can't be true, this must be a silly joke!

I hear the door open but I don't bother turning.

My mind is occupied with something more.

''Emery?'' The familiar sweet voice calls out my name, but due to the papers that I'm holding and the truth that I've found. Anger raises inside of me for all the lies and the secrets that they've kept from me.

Instead of throwing it all onto the ground and explode, I find myself holding an endless amount of tears at the picture; a certain picture. I am currently holding tightly onto the papers, wanting to just drop onto the ground and seek for answers but I know that won't do me any good unless I ask someone.

''Hey, you alright? Look at me,'' She adds.

Emma comes closer towards me but I refuse.

the arm, I am already exiting the room—leaving her call out my name multiple times but for some reason; for this reason, I am actually ignoring her.

is wrong with you, Emery?''

the other hand, is following behind me even though I'm silently wanting her to stop and

I push the

to look at me with wide eyes as she stops talking with the guests—Andrea's family. They are currently staying a little bit longer once they've heard the king has passed away. I can't help but look at my mother

apologies but please excuse us,''

exit the room, leaving my mother, Emma and I in this room. I clench my hands into fists as I control my breathing—trying to calm

so, I can imagine the look on her face; filled with hurt and confusion. I've never raised my voice or talked to her

Emery—'' I

once?'' I say, a little bit too loud and harsh before glancing back at her. My jaw is clenched in regret as I see

listening to your conversation with your mother,'' She replies, ''Whatever it is that you have to say to her,

to look at my

like that to his wife. What has gotten into you, Emery? Barging into this room like that while I am attending to our guests? I did not raise you

she did not raise me to be disrespectful. She did not raise me to speak like that to my wife because for all I know—I

here.

to you? About what?'' She

importantly, am I even a royalty?'' I ask, trying hard not to let my tears fall due to the picture that I've seen; probably

soften as she tries to close the distance between

France Arthur Van Allan, my son, my one and only son. I'm your mother,'' She replies, her voice almost inaudible

picture of a man—who looks a lot like me. The picture seemed old and untouched, probably because of being too long

closer towards me, cupping onto

father,'' She

an affair with someone while she was married to the king—late king, resulted in me so they both

am sorry for keeping this a secret,'' She adds as she continues to speak, ''Your father—the late king, was unable to have

quiet. Only listening

me as a gift because I was pregnant. Our father were great friends and it wasn't long until he asked for my hand in marriage—my father, your grandfather was ashamed of me having a child out of wedlock so he accepted. Then, we got married,'' She smiles up at me, her fingers caressing the side of my face, ''He has never treated you differently, Emery. He has always thought

don't understand. I don't,'' I frown as I look

why we thought of adoption—Evelyn. She was two years older than you and you were only a toddler, probably three years old. I didn't want to tell you but I wish I've told you sooner because no one else knew; your grandparents buried

everyone about

did. For the sake

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