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II.

Six a.m you were still in bed, your two cats snuggled up close and you were lazily going through Tumblr. By the time nine a.m rolled around, you finally got up. You stumbled tiredly to the kitchen, looking at the mass of dishes you hadn't done in two weeks. Coffee was first and foremost, then of course pain meds to knock out that hangover you had. 

Last night you decided to hit a local bar with three other co-workers of yours. You worked at a small family-owned diner two blocks over.  Timburger, as he was called was the head chef, big in weight and in heart, he slammed down two shots before you put yours to your lips. Cherry and Bubbles were laughing away at some dumb joke when you got a text from an unknown number. You promptly ignored it, seeing it wasn't a film gig and you were already twenty books deep into your film thesis. 

Both cats mewed, Spoon and Beans demanded breakfast. Both fat cats who lived large. You plopped down on the couch and opened your laptop, going through emails and bills until your phone dinged. Mom.

Mommy|| Hey sweetie, can you call me when you get up, please? 

You run your hands through your hair, attempting to get any sort of tangle out before face-timing her. 

"Hey, mommy." You smile.

"Hey, how did you sleep?" You noticed she seemed a bit nervous and you assumed it was due to work at the winery. 

Your parents had owned a winery for over ten generations and only used wild grapes, making each year's previous bottle worth more due to change of taste. 

"I slept okay, I went out last night, nothing too big. Why?" 

"Well, I know you're out of state at the moment studying but I need you to come home. Nothing bad has happened, it's just, well it's a long story." She says.

"What happened?" You were panicking. 

"When we started this winery back in the day we had taken a loan out from a wealthy family in Moorbourgh, the small country that most don't even know exists half the time. We made a contract with them over a hundred years ago - but it still stands to this day."

"What contract?" Was your family going to lose the farm?

"The heirs to the throne of Moorbourgh are women and in most cases, they are already married to a suiter. We made a deal that the next in line to the throne would marry the next born of ours. Over time most had already had a suitor lined up, or war or famine, disease plagued the world by then. The most recent heir to the throne was discovered and the marriage was already put in place. You are the oldest and -"

"I'm sorry what? You expect me to marry some strange woman out of the fucking blue?!" You shout, never one to yell at your family like this. 

"I'm sorry, we already tried to get out of it but with the winery failing and your grandmother being sick, we - we can't get out of this." Your mother sighed, you could tell she was close to tears. 

"So that's it then, I'm to be married off to a stranger? Is it because I'm single and not with someone like Max is?" You brought up your brother, who was younger than you by two years. Already married and with kids. 

"No, it's just you're the most resourceful and adaptable out of any of us. While we work on the legal matters, you can work on getting yourself out of it too." 

"And that being?" You bit your lip.

"Our lawyer said there is a way about this, but the documents are so old and most of them are stored away, we're working on this. You're not going at this alone love." Your mother says.

You pause, racking your brain with any and all ideas. 

"Are you sure, like are you sure there is no way out of this right now?" You ask.

"As of now, no, but like I said and like our lawyer said, there is a way out, we just need to find it." 

You go to the kitchen and rummage through a drawer, pulling out a travel-sized bottle of whiskey, emptying the whole thing into your coffee. You made a note to stop at the liquor store later on to process this shit.

"At least it'd make a good film." You take a heavy swig of the whiskey laced drink and you could hear your father chuckle dryly. 

"Always positive." He says.

"We'll figure this out, we always do." Your mother says the famous phrase, the one she always used when times were tough and life sucked. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." She sighed once more. 

"So uh, who's this strange rich asshole I'm to be married too?" You finally decided to ask the dreaded question.

"Her name is Emma Watson."

"Wait, what? The Harry Potter girl?!" You side-eyed your mug, did the whiskey do the talking or did your mother say you were forced to marry the Emma Watson?

"I guess so, a shock to all of us really." She chuckled and your laptop dinged, you had the news give you notifications. 

BBC || Famous Actress Emma Watson was declared to be the missing heir of Moorbourgh Territories. 

You tap on the notification and are quickly taken to an article. The front showed an image of Emma at some gallery opening dressed in a lovely green dress.

Famous Actress Emma Watson was always a surprise with her films, her book clubs, and a fierce fight for women's rights, but now was declared by the Du Champ family to be the lost heir. 

You scrolled through the article wondering if there was any mention of you, nothing so far. A video was attached to the article, it was clearly taken with an iPhone. 

"Emma, what do you have to say about your recent heritage? Who is the lucky man?" She was being bombarded with camera flashes and crowded paparazzi. A few people you assumed were her family was behind her. 

"Miss Watson isn't taking any questions, please step aside." A man shouted before the group was shoved into a large car. The video ended. 

You were stunned, you sat there and let article after article, youtube news, and other social media outlets confirm that this was indeed the reality. 

You shut your laptop and didn't realize that your mother had ended the phone call. She sent you a text saying the Du Champs were contacting her about you and Emma's meeting. You slump further down till you were laying on the floor. Your cats chirped and ran up to you. Beans licked your nose and Spoon trilled.

Today was going to be a strange day, that was for sure.