This Life (Niall x Reader)

III: Telling my parents

{{Emily's POV}}

My eyelids were burning. What on earth was so powerful to burn my eyelids? Then it hit me. The pure sunlight coming from outside. My window was open. Mum must have opened it to let in some fresh air. I slowly opened my eyelids, looking, first of all, at the window. The sun was shining like crazy, but there was a cool breeze floating around outside. Villagers in the kindom already started to set up for marketing. I looked around in my room.

My room had baby blue walls, with golden frames on the bottom of the walls. The floor was made out of white marble. My bed was made out of walnut wood, and had offwhite sheets. Infront of my bed, was a table and chair made out of oak. On the right of my table was my big, like really big, closet made out of aspen. Basically my whole room was wood-ish.

I got up, and changed from my nightgown to something casual; some linen trousers and a cotton button-up shirt with black pearls along the shoulders. I went down to the big dining room, finding my mother and father talking, looking happy and calm. They were always like that, calm and caring. And happy, of course. Their gazes turned to me, smiling even more now. Mum's dimples were deeper now, and dad's teeth's were diamond bright. Dad's dark scruff curled upwards with his lips. Mum walked over to me, in her baby blue dress.

"Hey there sunshine" mum said in her calming, loving voice. Mum's golden locks were really beautiful, due to the morning light peeking out from the windows.

"How did my princess sleep,hm?" dad asked coming towards me, wearing his traditional outfit; all leather. Dad's hook was shining on the tip, reflecting the sunlight.

"Same as I always do" I said, still a little bit tired, going to the big table to see what to eat.

"You must get that from your mother, then" dad said, looking at mum with a cocky smile.

"Hey, you sleep deep too!" mum said in an amusing voice, while rolling her eyes.

I was already at the table, sitting at my chair eating breakfast. There was quite the food on the table. Bread, butter, jam, ham, cheese, tea and big jars of water from the greatest wells. I was amused seeing all these food on the table. Don't you just love food?

Mum and dad came to the table, sitting on their original chairs. They looked at me with a "we have to tell you something"-gaze. I felt their gazes on me, so I looked up from my eating, chewing my bread. I looked at them, confused until I realized they wanted to tell me something.

"Alright, what's going on?" I asked, wiping my mouth with the napkin next to my plate. Seriously, it's really hard to have those stares on my face. Felt really creepy somehow.

"What? Nothing we just..." mum got caught off by my, now stern voice.

"No, you wanna tell me something, go on, what is it?" I said now, in a serious tone. I didn't want them to keep secrets, especially looking at me like that.

"Why would you assume that we have something to tell you? Maybe we are just looking at you, knowing where you got your good looks from" dad said, very proudly.

I gave a sarcastic smile to my dad. "Very funny dad. Come on, spit it out, gotta go riding soon" I said, getting up from my chair, heading towards the door, fixing my sleeves.

"Alright, we'll tell you" mum said, finally. I stopped walking and turned around, still standing in the same position. Both of them had a excited look on their faces.

"We're gonna have a ball tomorrow" mum said, hearing the exciting tone in her voice. Dad smiled, his lips curling upwards. Both of them looked extremly happy.

Are they even serious right now? We already had a ball, like two days ago. Are they even thinking straight?

"What?" I asked, quite obvious of what they just said. My voice sounding a bit frustrated. I couldn't believe my ears. They cannot be serious, not another ball, god.

"Yes another ball. King Lucas is coming from Caladonia, so we're going to have a pre-ball for your birthday" mum said coming towards me.

"Why can't he just come on my birthday?" I asked, a little bit confused.

"Well, the King is going on a vacation on your birthday, so he wanted to wish you before that" dad said, explaining the whole situation.

"Oh great..." I said, walking out of the room, tired. Of everything. Having at least 1 ball every single week, how is that not tiring? Like come on, having at least 1 ball every single month would have been better. I was frustrated, angry. Weren't they never tired of it? Didn't they just stop thinking about it, and instead have one day, spending time with their family? Thoughts were swimming around my head, like fishes in a sea. Which is really damn huge.

"Oh hey, come on, I thought you liked the balls. What's with the attitude?" mum asked, concered as ever. Oh now she is realizing how sick I am of these balls. Great parenting mum.

I scoffed, standing in the hallway, guards guarding, doing their everyday thing. I had to get it out, it was now or never. I had to tell them, tell them that I was sick of all this.

"Mum, don't you get it? I am tired of this! Of everything!" I shouted, hesitatly turning around, seeing both of my parents, standing 5 feet away from me. They were concered and worried.

"Emily, what do you mean, love?" dad asked, walking slowly towards me. His look went from concerned to almost sad. Why?

"Dad, mum, I am tired of this! Every single week we have a stupid ball! Why? Why do we need to do this all the time? Have you ever thought of that there are only royals at the ball. Yes there is suppose to be royals only, but still. Like, I'm sick of going out to the market, while hearing people say; Look there's princess Emily and stuff like that. I don't want that. I don't want to always be adressed as Princess Emily, maybe I wanna be called just Emily. Nothing else" I said, totally out of breath. I recollected myself, breathing in deeply and letting out a sigh. I cannot believe I just said that. Wow.

My mother and father were now concered, but behind their concered looks, I could still see that caring gaze, just trying to get out. Like sunlight peeking out from the curtains.

"Oh sweetie. You could've told us. We didn't know. Honestly, we thought you liked the balls. The dance, the charming princes you get to dance with" mum said, a playful sound coming out from the last sentence.

"Love, the only charming prince she gets to dance with is me" dad said, in an obvious tone.

Me and mum both rolled our eyes. "But still, sweetie we didn't know. But now that it has been settled, we cannot just cancel it" mum said. The worriness on her face.

I let out a sigh, realizing mum was right. "Fine, just this one and then my birthday ball. Then no more balls, you have to promise" I said, looking at both of them, telling them to keep their promises.

"Of course, love. Anything for my sweet little princess" dad nodded, coming in for a hug. Mum joined as well.

"Okay now, you have a riding lesson with your grandmother. You really don't wanna be late for that" mum told me as I made my way to the stable.

It was a relief to get that out from my chest. It honestly felt good. No more balls, after this one and the one on my birthday. My birthday was coming up, only 5 days left. Turning 17 was... well like all the years. Growthful. Well I guess that's life. C'est la vie.