The Fall Of A Drama Queen

Chapter 30

*For you who experienced a heartbreak*

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"Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get—only with what you are expecting to give—which is everything." - Katharine Hepburn, Me: Stories of My Life

Emerald's POV

I was on bed, staring at the ceiling. My hands clasping my chest. "I love Harry so much, and I'm ready to take any chances with him. When we're together, I feel so alive... I want to spend every moment with him. Is that a good or bad thing? What do you think, Archie?" I looked at Archie whose head jerked up at the mention of his name. Aww... He's used to his name now. 

I haven't told anyone about Harry, even my best friend, Athena. Something was holding me back. I sat up and stared at the wall.

I could not stop myself from pondering. Everything happened too fast between Harry and I,  liked it was a dream - a fairy tale. In barely two weeks, I was swept off my feet by a prince and made me fall in love with him all over again. The best thing was, he felt the same. Is that possible at all in real life?

He said he loves me. But is that enough? For now, maybe. But what about the future? My life is in New York and his, is in England. I have to leave very soon.

I stood up and went to the closet, scanning my very few selection of dresses and instantly picked up a white satin dinner dress. 

Long distance relationship could be so hard. The thought of it made my heart ache. 

I took a warm shower and my mind diverted to what happened earlier. The memories of our intimate lovemaking ran tingling sensations inside my body. Seeing the effect of my touch on him brought a warm feeling deep inside me, knowing that I could give him the same pleasure as he did on me. 

I smiled at the thought and continued rinsing the soap off my body. 

Later, a household help came and took Archie with him. He would put him in their care for the night. They would return him tomorrow.

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Harry arrived at seven sharp. The moment we faced each other, I could feel the air of magic between us. His sharply focused eyes roamed down my body before it settled back on my eyes. 

"You look so beautiful tonight."

"Thank you, and you are very handsome." I assessed his strong gorgeous profile in black tuxedo. His hardened feature seemed like chiseled out of rock . No doubt, he looked exactly what he was. A royal prince.

He gave me a brief kiss on my lips, then put my hand in his arm. "I need to work out my self control."

"What do you mean?"

His cold commanding gaze settled on mine. "I won't be a good king if I keep on thinking of pulling you up in my arms, throwing you on that bed and kissed every inch of your body until you scream my name."

"Is that what you're thinking now?" 

He chuckled  a little. "Not just that, Emerald. Maybe you'll run if you can read my mind."

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I saw the king at his office before dinner. I got to present to him the designs of the queen's crown on my iPad. 

"Beautiful, Miss Petrakis. I admire the designs, you surely know your craft. They are all magnificent. But, I like this one better. This looks more simple and yet elegant." The King showed me the design he chose. It was the first one that I made and really thought hard. It was the best among all the designs. 

"I agree, your majesty. That is so beautiful."

"So, it's final." He gave me back my iPad. "With all the gems I wanted to include in the crown, you are now set to make it."

"Yes, your majesty." It was a great news, but deep inside me, I felt sadness. That means, I have to go home. "Thank you so much for this opportunity. It's a great honor for us to be entrusted in making the queen's crown."

"You're welcome, Miss Petrakis. The royal palace is open if you wish to make your stay longer. I understand you haven't explored the country yet."

"Um..." I looked at Harry who just sat there, unflinching like a roman statue, listening to my conversation with the king. "Yeah."

"I would like to apologize also to you and your family for the scandal that happened. Those two bitches..." The King coughed. "Excuse my word. They should have been punished for pulling an act like that. If not for my late son's wife, Princess Dorothy, I had them in jail already."

 "It's all right, your majesty. Thank you for being so kind and understanding. I was responsible for what happened also, therefore I would like to apologize."

The king waved his hand, a gesture of dismissal. "I don't blame you at all for what happened. You're supposed to be safe inside the palace. Especially that you are our guest. Not only that - you're family is a very good friend of Philip, particularly your brother, Zion Petrakis."

"Yes, sir."

"Ahh-- Soon, I will invite your family in the palace." The king made a swift glance at Harry. "Remind me Philip."

"Yes, grandpa." Harry replied. 

"It will be a great honor for us, your majesty."

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During dinner, I was surprised to see Princess Camila joining us. She was with her cousin, Sancho Garcia. From a distance, I knew this type of guy. Who stayed in a gym whole day and took selfie pictures of his body all the time. The way his eyes roamed on me from head to toe and that suggestive look he kept on darting at me, made me feel so uneasy.

The dining table was so long and the five of us were sitting so far from each other. The king was at the head, on his right was Harry and the Princess on his left. I was beside Harry, but he was about three meters away from me. Across me was Sancho, who kept on opening different topics to engage me in a conversation with him. I did not want to be rude, I answered him politely, even when he was trying to make a pass at me.

I heard my name when the King mentioned that he already chosen the design of the queen's crown. He was excited to see the actual crown. Princess Camila talked about the queen's crown and suggested other famous jewelers who could do better designs. It was very offending on my part since she was talking like I wasn't there. The way she delivered a conversation professionally and her tone of voice so mellowed and soft, liked she was not insulting anybody in the room. She was actually being a bitch!

But the King and Harry listened to her politely, and later on their conversation shifted to another topic. The dinner ended not too long. The king was tired and needed to sleep early. Harry had something to discuss with his grandfather too and excused himself.

I was about to go when Princess Camila stopped me.

"Miss Petrakis."

I turned around and faced her. "Yes, your royal highness."

"Actually..." She looked at me from head to toe. Reminded me of her cousin, Sancho did earlie. I understood now, it was a family habit. "I just want to remind you to make the crown so perfect and flawless." Then she gave me a smile that did not even reach her eyes. "Because, that's going to be my crown."

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