Emery Montgomery is no stranger to the spotlight, after all when you're the heir to the English throne, privacy isn't something you're used to. So when she's sent to New York City to attend university and in attempt to better her family's public ima...
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•Emery's POV•
His wavy brown hair is spread across his forehead, I've never thought brown hair would be something I find so interesting since I've had brown hair my whole life, it was always nothing special.
Then this man intruded into my life and I found myself admiring every curl and wave that covered his messy bedhead.
I woke up a few minutes ago...at least I think it was a few minutes ago I have no idea. All I know is I've long since given up trying to get up with the over six-foot man who is currently actually on top of me.
I don't remember falling asleep, but if I don't remember then I guess it was quickly.
Last night was bad, I haven't cried that hard let alone in front of someone like that in a long time, if he were to ever tell anyone the grapevine would lead to my Father and I would be dead.
I can't do that to Bella, She doesn't want to be Queen I don't even think she wants to be royal. It would be unfair to abdicate and put all this on her shoulders at such a young age without a life of full training.
Sighing I wiggle slightly trying to get back the ability to breathe, I wouldn't be surprised if I had a few broken ribs by morning.
His head digs further into the crook of my neck, his hair tickling my face and chin I have to cover my mouth to stop from laughing.
After much struggle, I moved out from underneath him. There's a blanket on the floor by his feet, Picking it up I gently cover his body with it, and I can't help but smile at him.
No wonder I feel like death it's 5:30 in the morning the sky is dark and cloudy blocking any light that might try to peek through the clouds, if the sun isn't even up yet, I shouldn't be up yet.
After changing into sweatpants and a sweater I grab my keys off the hook by the door, Slide on some shoes and slip out the door quietly, I might as well go get some breakfast before I would normally wake up for class.
I'm thinking a bagel and an iced coffee will do the trick, My mind wanders back to last night and all the things my father said to me.
He's right about one thing, I can be doing more but that doesn't mean I should be doing more. I'm embarrassed about how long that took me to learn, It's only a few more years of this which right now seems like a long time but in the grand scheme of things, it's really nothing.
I should probably call Bella anyway today to see how she's doing, hopefully, Father isn't being too hard on her.
Pushing open the door I step outside, taking a deep breath I let the cool damp air fill my lungs.
"Emery?" A voice said walking up from beside me.
"Atlas?" I say back in the same tone.
"What are you doing here?" He asked looking slightly concerned.
