Her Royal Highness

23

"I think we need some groceries."

        "Nah, I think we don't. How long do you actually want to stay here in the shabby?"

        "A day or so."

        "I asked my Grandmum for this day and we'll be home by the night tomorrow."

        James sat down the couch and puffed out a sigh. He looked around the house and he wasn't actually disgusted. The shabby was well kept by the royal housekeepers and clean it every day. We just arrived here in the shabby and James drove us here. Erik wanted to go but I told him that we need a husband-wife time.

        While the delegates from other countries arrive in the country, I'm away from the chaos inside the Palace. I sat on the table in front of him. I used to sleep on the couch where he was sitting. I don't sleep in my room, I sold the bed I have when I needed to help a poor old woman to pay some of her medicines way back in high school.

        James reached below me and took a photo album.

        "What the hell are you going to do with that?" I asked.

        "I'd probably listen to it." I glared at him. "I'll look at it obviously. People don't see the obvious when it is already laid in front of them and assume when it is not."

         "You stole my line!"

        "It was paraphrased, wife."

         I rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen. "What do you want for dinner?"

         "Dinner when it's just eleven A.M.?"

         I stopped and instantly looked at my watch. It was ten-forty three. I looked at him. "You have your own watch?"

        "Let me correct myself, it's almost eleven."

        I tapped my fingers on the breakfast bar. "So, lunch? We have a market near here and we could shop for dinner, breakfast and lunch for tomorrow."

        "We could..." He stood up and straightened his clothes. "Come on."

        He took my hand and we headed out the shabby. He told me to show the directions to the market.

        While we buy the goods, he kept on choosing the other goods and I learned that he was also good at buying fresh products. He wasn't with a chaperone in California. When we finished shopping we went back and started cooking beef stew.

        He just stayed in the living room, looking at the photos beneath the table. I liked to take photos of little moments but I have fewer photos in my room back in Buckingham.

        He was laughing at some other photos and I just listened to his manly laughs that rejoice my ears. I would never tire of his laughs.

        I'm still in this whirlwind of telling James my feelings or not. I'm shit scared how would he react since he still has feelings for Cindy. I sighed and continued cooking our food.

~James~

Jamielle was good at taking photos. I was wondering why she haven't brought these albums to Buckingham. It would clearly be fun to look at the snippets of her life before she came back to the Palace and married me.

        Jamielle was cooking our delicious food. I can tell it was delicious because she had prepared our food before and that was the most delicious meal I tasted. She could be a chef if she wasn't a princess.