The Blue River

II.01

Due to circumstances of my always disappearing. I've never met his imperial highness. Today is the day that I meet this Mohammad Reza Pahlavi, my future husband. Just thinking of his name made different presumptions on how he might look like. A picture of a old man with curvy bushy grey eye brows, with a thick beard and a rusty voice and with a long sword that is tied to his trousers, that hold his large hanging belly. And not forget the limp in his steps and a patch on his right eye.

Okay, maybe I'm getting out of proportions here, with the terrorist looks. One has to think of these things like, who is the man I have no idea of ? But turns out that I'm marrying him. Other things like did the twins put poison in Eric's food like they promised. Things like that one has to think about.

But for now, I have to look for a way to get out of this net.

*15 minutes before*

Rain.

Huh, I do love the weather, when it delays important days and events like this. But I despises it when I'm the only one outside, barefoot in a white dress covered with dirt, and standing in mud with dirty gardening tools under my arm. Think of anything more frustrating than this. Thought of any? Well I have a few, annoying twin and snitching staff.

"Your maids tells me, that you've sent all the shah's gift away. Are you mad girl? To refuse your husbands gifts, and why are you not dressed yet, looking like a dirty rag. And what is that awful stance and?" Standing in front of the door entrance is none than Mary, my mother. Why isn't anything on my side today?

"Hello mother dear, fine weather isn't it." Ignoring her other question, which she obviously knows the answer to.

"Emily, dear I asked you a quest-"

"No worries, mummy I'm off." dropping the tools on the floor, for those sell outs to pick up after, and handing mum her now dead petal-less roses. And I'm off to break another household rule.

Ever imagine how life would be like if your existence was simply none existing. Don't have to worry about what dress to wear, what swear words to use next or what king or prince to ignore for two years now ? Life would be plain and boring without a Emily Mary Freed. Without me, my family would be boring and plain. I can see it now, without me the house will collapse. Well I have faith in the other pairs of the family, Edward and Elaine can sure put on a good show but what about Eric, he will be lost without me. Like a dog without its bone, a tiger without its stripes. The poor boy needs me. Like without me, he will continuously hit his head to the wall without a reason to. Whereas when I'm around he has one. I'm the little demon that sits on his shoulder, pestering him into infinite sin.

Having a whole campaign of myself in my head took my attention from a now approaching enemy. Enemies that no one will expect, they are vicious and cunning. Do not leave the cookie jar open, if you don't want them lurking. Need to be vigilant around them, because you have no idea what's up their sleeves. Well they are not wearing sleeves for the moment, in fact they aren't wearing anything at all. That what makes these enemies so dangerous to be around, you have no idea where, when or on who they will drop the 'bomb'.

Babies.

Naked babies.

"Edward! Elaine! what on earth are you two doing?" Stopping what looks to be like a stampede about to terrorize their next victim.

"Halt, you nude fugitives! Why do I have a feeling you're running from your nannies, or even worst, from Eric?!"

"No, not that twit. Nanny what-cha-ma-call-it is chasing us. Were on a strike, and could not be bothered to wear those awful clothes mother picked out for us for tea time, knowing fully well you are not going." little Edward responding on behalf of Elaine, who is currently suffering from a sore throat. Well he is not wrong about me not attending tea time, but was this suppose to be better? Oh-well nothing is better than a birthday suit.