Chapter 13

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"I can't say how much I like you and how special you are to me, but I can say my world is full of smiles when I am with you." - Instagram: inlove_relationship.quotes


Emerald's POV

This is not good...

An ill feeling started creeping inside of me. My heart became so heavy.

Harry is Prince Philip... Prince Philip is Harry... My thoughts found it so hard to process. 

I knew from reading the write ups in the internet that Prince Philip kept his identity private. But knowing that he's Harry, it hurts as hell. I feel like he can't even trust me.

Memories of us last night riding a motorbike, having fun eating at the night market, then talking together uphill, was something wonderful. We got closer and connected well. He made me feel so special. Darn... he couldn't just mention that 'Hey! I'm the Prince."

My mind went back to the present when Harry nodded at me . Then took his place at the left side of the King, opposite of the King of Spain. Beside Harry was the Princess of Spain.

The food was served. Delicious appetizers, main courses and desserts. Some of it I haven't tasted before. 

I took a sip of water to swallow the caviar biscuit. I lost my appetite. My attention diverted at Harry, seating at the opposite end of the table. From time to time, he talked to the Princess, drawing their heads closer together.  

Why am I feeling this way? I feel like... I'm jealous. NO. It's not right to feel for him this way. He's not my boyfriend! I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. I had to show that I was not affected.

"I'm shock you're a billionaire's daughter." Barbara interrupted my thoughts. Her expression miraculously became friendly. 

I turned to her and gave her my sweetest smile. "Oh really? I'm shock too! You're claiming royalty when you're not even related to the king."

Her jaw dropped and her face immediately turned red.


After the dinner, there were introductions and speeches. The only thing I grasped well was the king's speech. He informed everyone that tomorrow morning, there would be an exhibition by the military aircraft, in honor of the guests from Spain and Prince Philip. He would be presented to the public as the next in line to the throne. Everyone cheered, getting very excited. And before the King's speech ended, servers marched inside bringing the palace's finest vintage wines.  Servers poured the wine to the  guests' flute glasses. 

Oh no... I won't drink that. Never. I have bad effects on alcohol. Either I passed out or have an  increasingly wild behavior. 

Everyone stood up as the king made a toast, raising the flutes and shouted cheers. Everyone drank their wines, except me. The duchess saw me and said softly. "Dear, you have to drink it, or else, the king will be insulted."

Really? My goodness.

I stared at my glass of wine then to the duchess... the duke. I had no choice. Oh God, help me. Come what may. I put the glass on my lips and drank the wine.

I was surprised that the wine tasted so good. Sweet and smooth, with no smell of alcohol. A server refilled my glass and I had a great time drinking another glass. My mood suddenly shifted to being festive... I wanted to sing.


Harry's POV

The royal banquet was finished but my obligation was not yet done. I had a short meeting with the King of Spain and the officers of the monarchy. 

All were slowly leaving their tables. I went to Emerald who was still sipping her wine. She seemed enjoying it. She was smiling and singing softly. 

"Hey." I greeted her.

"Oh! Hello, Prince Philip. Oops, should I say, your royal highness? Or your majesty?" She stood up and curtsied on me. 

"No, you don't have to do that."

"Why not? Your going to be the king." She sat down again, her expression bored and took a sip of her wine.

I knew she was upset. I could sense from the tone of her voice. I sat beside her, turning the chair towards her. "I'm sorry. I should have told you. But we'll talk tomorrow, okay? I have an important meeting tonight. They're waiting for me."

"No problem. Just go with the boys." Her mood changed. She suddenly smiled brightly, looking so beautiful. But her face was flushing. 

She raised the flute glass to her lips again, and I stopped her by clasping her hand.

"No. I think you have enough." 

"This is just my second glass. Let go." She pulled her hand which was holding the glass and took another sip.

"You're drunk." I pushed a lock of hair out of her eye, watching her. 

"I'm not." She stood up and walked. She managed to walk straight. "See?"

"Okay, I believe you." It was not really a strong wine, with only twelve percent alcohol. She wouldn't really get drunk in two flute glasses. "Just finish that glass. That's enough."

She pouted and I laughed. Why is she so cute? Made me want to stay with her and forget the meeting. 

"What's going on?" Aunt Dorothy's nieces, Yvette and Barbara appeared. 

"I'm just saying goodnight to Emerald." I stood up, putting my hands deep inside my pants pockets. "I have to attend a meeting."

"Ah- don't worry, Barbara and I will take care of her. Right Emerald?"

"Rigghhttt... hic..." Emerald answered. Made me a bit concern. She sounded like she was actually drunk. 

I felt sweat started to form behind my neck. I could not leave her alone on this state. 

"Come on, Emmie. I'll take you to your room." I put a hand on her elbow, drawing her closer to me, but she was quick in pulling away.

"It's too early. I'll hang out with them."

"Yeah! We're best friends." Barbara said, holding Emerald's arm. "We need to bond together."

I took a deep breath and gave in. "Okay, if you say so. Take good care of Emerald."

"Of course! She's in good hands." Yvette answered and I left them dancing to the music. 

Girls will be girls. I took a last look at Emerald dancing. She made me smile.

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It was almost midnight when I went to my room. I was shocked when I opened the lights and saw a woman sleeping peacefully on my bed. Her arms and legs sprawled on the kingsized bed. She stirred when I woke her, but went back to deep sleep. 

I stared at her, shaking my head. What am I going to do with you Emerald Petrakis.



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