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My great-grandfather was a very close friend of the previous king of England. They've known each other since they were kids; that's one of the reasons why they were close. When they were in their sixties, they made an agreement between friends that the first daughter born from my family will be engaged to the first son born from the royalty.
Unfortunately, my grandfather was born which made the agreement continue on. When they thought that my grandmother would be having a girl, they were mistaken. My father was born and that's explain why I'm here—a result of his love with my mother.
Would I consider it fate or misery? The agreement was made in the twentieth century which was highly impossible to not have a single daughter born until me. Other girls wouldn't be complaining—seriously, being engaged to a royalty right after you were born—that's a fairy tale.
Am I made for Emery?
Emma''I think it's too tight,'' I mutter as the stylist continues to pull harder onto my corset. My body feels like I can just explode due to the pressure I'm feeling on my abdomen; bringing me discomfort.
Emma''You lookbeautiful, my dear.'' The queen says, smiling at me as she eyes down my dress while Emery and I stand next to each other, trying to reduce the awkwardness between us.
Emma''Dad,'' My eyes widen as soon as I see him standing at the doorway with a smile on his face—so I immediately stand up, heading straight towards his direction; wrapping my arms around his neck before feeling his arms around my waist.
Emma''We should go with blue, it'll be perfect.'' The queen says, pointing at the dark blue as she glances at my direction for a few seconds—trying to see whether I'm catching up or not but honestly, I've been sitting here; like an ultimate fool.
Emma''A royal guest is here! Do you perhaps know who it might be?'' One of the servants ask one another as they make their way towards the front entrance, muttering more words as they do so. With a frown on my face, I turn to see a lot of more servants going through that way.
EmmaAs I continue on scrolling down my phone while we cue at the airport, my mother continues to talk about how she doesn't exactly understand what exactly is going on but I pay no attention because I don't want to trouble my mind with regrets that I can barely resist. I may letting go the chance of a lifetime but if it doesn't include happiness, I won'