The Royal Marriage Contract

Chapter eight

I shoved another tee into my duffel bag, rummaging through my pile of clean clothes on my bed for my most comfortable pieces. Most of my clothes would be handmade by the palace seamstress so any bad reputations related to brands would not be tied to the royal family. I looked down at my sweatpants and black tank, hoping this would be acceptable for our arrival.

"Hey Em," Drake popped his head into my room, "We have to leave in a few minutes if we wanna catch the jet."

I nodded at him before zipping my bag closed and slinging it over my shoulder. "Thanks for letting me know, I just finished."

"Here let me," he said, grabbing my bag and walking down the stairs with it as if it weighed nothing.

My Dad was on the phone as we went into the living room, a scowl evident on his face. I heard him mutter a curse word into the speaker before hanging up. "My replacement for work just quit," he grunted. "I can't go to ( ) until I can find a new one."

"I'll let my father know, though he will be quite disappointed." Drake pulled out his own iPhone and started a call.

"Does that mean I'm going alone with Drake?" I asked, looking into the eyes of my aged yet still handsome father.

My eyes pleaded with him to come, yet I knew he had no other choice. Its not like I wasn't comfortable with drake, truly I was, but I was not comfortable traveling to a new country without my fathers guiding hand. I tended to somehow embarrass myself, and that thought lingering in my mind was giving me anxiety.

He pulled me into a hug. "I will go there as soon as I am able too, but you are the most sarcastic, strong, amazing woman I have ever met and does not need anyone to escort her anywhere. And I'm not just saying that because I'm your dad."

I willed myself not to cry as he pulled away, "I love you daddy."

"I love you too princess!" He gave me one last quick hug before nudging me back to Drake.

"The driver took our bags to the car." Drake announced as he held the front door open. I nodded again while eyeing the sleek white limo that was parked in front of our house. I shuffled down the walk, failing to see through the tinted windows of the car. A man in a suit opened both mine and Drakes door, closing it behind us once we both settled into a seat.

"Who was that?" I questioned, not recalling him from anywhere.

Drake gave me a half smile, "he's part of our security detail, he will sit with the driver to give us more privacy."

I was a little on edge once I realized that it was just me and Drake in the car. He didn't seem to mind and scooted a few inches closer while not so discreetly wrapping his arm around me. I tensed up for a second before reminding myself that I was his fiance and this was completely normal.

"How long do we have till we get to the Airport?" I peeked at up Drake only to find him already looking down at me. I quickly ducked down to hide my blush.

He chuckled at my reaction. "Around two hours in the car and 9 hours in the jet."

"I don't think ill make it," I groaned, already dreading the affects that came with hours in a seat. I heard him chuckle again while I leaned my head against him, allowing the Rolling of the vehicle to lull me into a dream less sleep.

Sorry for such a short update... I just added another chapter to my other short story and wanted to publish a chapter for this today... Next chapter should be normal length... ❤❤💋✨