m

ke that, I know there has got to be something, ''Mother.'' I mutter, earning myself a push from her so

n her mind. Without further ado, I close the door, stepping towards the middle of the living room,

''What are you doing?'' I ask but she ignores me by pushing the door open, revealing a woman wi

Melbourne? Living like a man with no purpose? Who is she? Is she your girlfriend?'' She questions,

I was eighteen, I moved straight to Australia because I don't want to be involved with any duties back i

, I furthered m

t's clear why she takes really good care of me. Other than the motherly love, sometimes I can't even have

questions once more which cau

.'' I answer, shakin

t on wanting my attention and maybe I was too drunk to think clearly which explains why she

alising that it has been a while since I've talked to her. I've missed her and her

epy when you say

have broken my heart. She's definitely not I imagined my daughter-in-law would be but now wh

royalty, I have a hard time trusting women. No one here knows who I am because I want them to see

end, just so you know.'' I say, ta

figure out. Mother has always been good with secrets because she enjoys keeping them, for the

'' She says, clapping her hands and smiling

e, trying to seek for answers in her eyes. The way her eyes shine with happiness; I know

of their friendship. They want their friendship to last forever so that's why you have to marry her. She's the first daughter born ever since

to marry her no matter w

to marry each other—it's fate. People say that all the time because how can there not be a single f

hink about settling down just yet but when it comes to marrying someone, I would like it to

guess that right isn't for royalties. Then again, I don't know when it comes to her; sh

he just g

der my breath before sighing deeply, walking towards the oth

to fulfil when your great-grandfather died—he made your grandfather promise and your grandfather ma

rrying someone. Just cancel the agreement, no one will question. You have the power to do that,'' I say, running my fingers through

ritten in the law until it is fulfilled—which will be cancelled on its own.'' S

meet hers, ''She cou

''She's twenty-

ind of things. Agreements are taken seriously with royalties because it is something that rarely ha

don't marry someone just because she's attracti

t more if I'm stuck with her. I might as well know some

the best for you, Emery. She's a very beautiful girl, you don't have to worry about how she looks. I kn

re trying to joke around, ''I don't trust you.'' I say, jokingl

she has a heartwarming smile that can cheer anyone up—that explains why father fell in love with her;

r underestimate the queen,

of Cambridge. Then, we both turn to see the woman with dark blonde hair standing near the bedroom door as she watches my m

s she's out, I peck onto mother's cheek, ''You must've lear

k, if you must know.'

n tell that she doesn't seem to trust me but I walk straight towards the kitchen with he

taking the ingredients before putting it on the kitchen counte

on't know. Of course, we all start with being strangers but it takes time to know each other before

glance towards her direction for a few sec

'' She

going? Boring? Caring? I just feel like knowing something about her; so that I can actually decide whether i

If we are going to marry, we'll be spending the rest of our lives together and mother w

d?'' I hear mother asks from behi

she looks like or how she is—I'll try my best to imagine her as someo

t's a pre