Assassins Lover

Ch. 27- time

Kaden's POV
Waiting for my mother to speak, I lean back in the chair. My mothers expression soon turns into a happy smile, "That's lovely, dear. When can I meet her?"
Looking at my father, his expression wasn't to kind, "Am I hearing this correctly? You love her?" Glancing at my mother, she places a hand on his, "William."
"I'm sorry father, but Emily is just so great and..."
"Don't say another word," his tone turns very direct. "She's our enemy, you know that. Your uncle and I have worked hard to make sure you get the crown... and you want to throw all that away for some girl?"
Running my forefinger over my thumb, I looked at my father "She's the rightful ruler of Castor, not me. The people hate me already, I can't control that. And if that's what it takes, than yes."
"You don't mean that..." My mother taped her fingers on the table. My father seemed like he didn't want to talk to me after that.
"I do," my tone clearly annoyed at that point. Smirking a little, I stand up and lean over the table a bit "I'm the King. What I say goes, okay. When I met Emily, it's like a part of me changed...maybe for the better." Taking a slight exhale, I await my fathers wrath; until I manage to speak, "I love her, and nothing you say is going to change that." Storming out of the council room, I yank my cloak from the servant and march out.

Emily's POV
"What do you mean, you're bringing me home." Crossing my arms, Jefferson squeaks "your kingdom needs you. Kaden needs you too."
Gulping softly, "he needs me?"
Jefferson turns red and snickers, "No. Not like that Em, you know what I mean."
"I'll consider, but I'll have to run it by-"
Hearing footsteps coming up the creaky stairs, I shove the squirrel into my closet, "don't move."
Gavin appears in the living room and sets down a bag of groceries, "I was thinking I could make you something tonight. How does salad sound?"
I chuckle and run my fingers though my slightly curly brown hair, "everyone knows how to make that idiot. I'm starting to wonder if you even know how to cook."
Walking into the living room, Gavin makes a tsk noise "Ouch. That hurt Em," he teases. Looking out into the distance, he scratches his neck "Are you considering my offer?"

Whipping my head around, my shoulders shrug, "I don't know, maybe. But why do you want to get rid of me so bad?"
Gavin moves next to me on the couch and leans back against the green pillow, "who says I want to get rid of you, hm?"
Closing my eyes, I tell him what he said a few hours ago "maybe you should go back to your King."
Gavin took my hand in his and kissed my thumb, "I said that because I can't make you happy, the King can." Stomach growling, he touches my cheek and goes over to the kitchen. Quickly dashing toward my closet door, I turn the brass knob and find Jefferson sitting down on the floor. Motioning him to come out, he obeys as I wonder how this is going to go.
    With Gavin getting dinner prepared, I massage his shoulders and smile, "what if I told you that I have the Kings best assassin with me, right now."
Snickering, he moans softly "you do have the best assassin right here," he winks. Ignoring him, I let Jefferson speak "that makes two of us." 
    Quick as a flash, Gavin turns around and grabs the kitchen knife "don't hurt her."