ʜᴇʀꜱ | 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕒 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕠𝕟

VIII.

*So I just realized I misspelled Moorbourough as Moorbourgh throughout this whole thing and I think I might stick with Moorbourgh at this point - I'll just have to change it later.

"By who?" You ask, worry filling you with how real this whole royal thing is. Was there an issue with Emma now? Was there a chance of you dying as well?

"By her groom, ever wonder why the rich royals decided to make a contract with the grapevine family?" He hinted at the fact as of why you were there, so people knew about it already, which made you question it further.

"Mom said it was due to owing money." You respond, "But how do you know?"

"Contracts like that seem simple right? But come on babe, everyone knows that Moorbourghs write contracts like they shit money. The Franson staff has worked for the Moorbourghs for over a hundred years, we know a lot that goes on behind closed doors. I can't tell much more than that - but be advised, Moorbourgh has some heavy blood under all those diamonds." 

Emma was trying to piece it together, a second contract with the groom - the man she had the option of marrying. His father knew something, as to why the contract with the Mason family was already an option. She thought of the fact that your contract was created by his grandfather, which meant that the paperwork of you both was just more than picking options one or two. The  [L/N] family had been in ties with her ancestry for over a hundred years it seems, more than just the wine and the Mason's held a lot of power in the Moorbourgh Territories, but why was the second contract created if they had planned for her to marry off into the first? 

Just as she was about to knock on her parent's door she heard someone call her name. You were running down the hall. 

"[Y/n?]?" Emma was shocked seeing you run, but the look on your face was even more worrisome. 

"I need to tell you something." You were out of breath and she looked around before pulling you down the hall to a small door. 

She opened it without even checking her biggest priority was making sure you were okay. She noticed that the room was empty save for a desk and a few books, it looked like a small study that guests could use. Emma checked outside before shutting and locking the door, while you looked around making sure no one was hiding. 

"What's going on?" She asked, leaning against the wall while you dropped to the leather chair. 

"We're getting married." You say.

"I didn't notice, and here I thought we were on a date." She scoffed turning away, not seeing you blush or her hiding the fact she secretly wish it was - on a better circumstance that is. But that didn't matter, both of you had news to share.

"Wow Em didn't take your jokes seriously there for a minute, you're learning." You retort quickly, making her face go red but you focused on the task at hand. "So we get hitched here, on day four - which is like the day after tomorrow." You say.

"What?!" She was shocked, how the hell did no one know this?! Especially you two?!

"Listen! Listen! Okay, so the old plan back in the day was we get married at Moorbourgh right? Since like we're supposed to 'marry the country with us' or some bullshit. But they changed it because the last Queen to be was killed on her wedding day, which is why there hasn't been a Queen for a hot minute." You pull your phone out, pulling up a Wikipedia article.

Emma sat next to you and looked at your screen. "March 10 1942 Queen to Be Anniese of Moorbourgh wed Charlie Gin shortly after two p.m. She was found dead an hour later with a suicide note stating that she felt she was under pressure due to the arranged marriage."