Her Royal Highness

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We spent the day in a beach where we found while driving around. I spent the day with the old Jamielle and I'm happy to meet her. We walked across the beach. She brought the camera she left in her shabby. She made me take photos of her and I also took candid photos of her smiling. The weather was good and no threats of rain. What's better is, there were no threats of Jamielle switching back to her bitch self.

        She also permitted me to call that cold Jamielle a bitch. She just laughed off when I call that alter ego of her a biatch. I enjoy her company and I'm grateful that I can express the way I feel for her without boundaries. We can also go home happier than ever.

        "James!" I looked up from scrolling at her photos here in the camera. She was miles away from me looking down at the sand.

        "What happened?" I went to her as I walk to her, I took some photos.

        "There's so many seashells. Can we bring some home?"

        I laughed. "Yes, we could. Just look if there are snails or crabs inside okay? Don't bring those home."

        She laughed. "Stupid, I won't."

        I looked hurt in front of her. "Me, stupid?

        She nodded. "Stupid and thick-skinned."

        "Now, there's that thick-skinned, I'm getting more hurt, wife."

        She approached me and placed a kiss on my lips. "I'm sorry, husband."

        Ah, sheer heaven touched my very lips. I will never tire of her lips forever now hat they're all mine. "Can I have one more kiss?"

        She glared at me and slapped my forehead with the back of her hand. "Cheeky, James."

        I shook my head and started taking photos of her. She noticed and he rolled her eyes.

        "Don't take photos of me."

        "These are called treasured moments, wife. These will fade if we come back."

        "Oh yeah..." She sat on the sand and I sat beside her. "Can we not go back?"

        "We need to, you know."

        "The fun is just starting and tomorrow, it will all be gone."

        "It won't. Unless apart, it won't go."

         She looked at me. "I wish I wasn't Princess but if I renounced my title it would be too selfish of me. Mum told me that the people needs us. They depend on us. That we are a symbol of peace and hope for the better."

        I rubbed her shoulders. "Any burden given to you, I'll be here to be your guide and help if needed. Remember, that is what I am for? A partner?"

        She nodded. "Yes. I remembered, you can now help me with the paperwork. I heard that you are very smart."

       "Oh, am I?"

        "Are you not, husband? Accepted into very prestigious law schools and the topnotcher of his class. Not smart, eh?"

       "Smart perhaps. Where did you get that information?"

        "My Grandmum."

        "Are you both okay now?"

         She sighed. "I think so. I'm trying. All these years of not minding me, the time for reconciliation was ages ago. But I'm trying hard enough to let her in once again. I remembered that she was a great Grandmum before Mum and Dad died. I wished it stayed that way."