Chapter 5
Sebastian's POV
Her sweet scent lingered around me. When she pulled away and I stared into her deep grey pair of eyes, I wanted to get lost in them. I wanted to wake up to them every morning for the rest of my life. I exhaled sharply as I remembered the message I received from my father.
In order to take over my father's position in the court as king, I would have to marry someone, and my father thought it would be appropriate to marry someone already of royalty. Princess Naomi was from a neighboring country and was raised by her parents King Leon, III and Queen Emeralda.
King Leon was cold-hearted and his people feared him. He made enemies wherever he went and that was one of the causes of his untimely assassination five years ago. The news was devastating to the Three Kingdoms, so the Queen of England advised my father that the next king of his court should marry the Princess of Scots to form an alliance and a much more united kingdom before the throne was handed over to the enemies. Father agreed and, now that I was next in line, I was deemed to marry the Princess, and I was looking forward to it.
Princess Naomi and I met once at a ball. She was beautiful in the face and graceful as a wave, but she was no Emily.
"Hey, are you okay?" Emily's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Emily, there's something I have to tell you," I began and an exhale escaped my mouth. I had to tell her. "I'm—"
Sirens filled the tarmac. We turned towards the noise and three vans were racing towards us. I immediately knew that they were here for me. Just short of our distance, the vans halted and several bodyguards made their way forward. Emily panicked and I quickly held onto her hand.
"It's okay. They're here for me," I whispered in her ear.
"Sir! We have orders to bring you back to the grounds immediately!" my personal bodyguard spoke.
I nodded my head respectfully.
Emily turned towards me, her eyes looking for a response from me.
"Please don't leave. Go back to your hotel and I'll see you soon."
She nodded and, at that moment, I was tempted to kiss her, but such actions were forbidden.
I released her hand and got into one of the vans and a bodyguard took the one I came with. I watched Emily until I couldn't see her anymore.
What am I going to do?
Emily's POV
"So, we're not leaving?" Gen asked for the thousandth time as we walked into the hotel's lobby.
"Gen, look around. We're already back at the hotel. Of course we're not leaving."
"This is wonderful. He doesn't want you to leave Emily. Do you think that he'll ask for your hand in marriage soon?"
The idea did cross my mind, but I wasn't expecting Sebastian to pop that question anytime soon. We had a lot of making up to do, especially me. And he was a prince, which meant that I couldn't just waltz over to his house and demand his company.
Gen and I headed back to my bedroom and I waited for a phone call or text message from Sebastian, but it never came.
It had been one week and I hadn't heard a thing from Sebastian. My patience was running thin. I could have been back at home with my family and friends but I stayed for him.
I picked up my cellphone and called my mother. She answered after the fourth ring.
"Emily, darling, I thought you were supposed to be here a week ago."
"Hi Mom, I'm sorry. Something came up and I've decided to stay here a bit longer. How's Dad?"
"He's doing great. He is with the boys right now, but he misses you, Emily. He's worried that something happened to you. He was about to come find you. You're his princess."
My heart jumped by the word princess because there was a possibility that I could actually be a real one.
"I miss you all too. I miss home. Please tell Dad that I'm fine and he shouldn't worry so much." My father was very overprotective of the family no matter how old we were.
"When are we going to see you?"
"I'll be home soon Mom."
"Okay sweetie. I'll tell your father that you called and that you miss him as well and you're okay."
"Thanks Mom. I love you. Bye."
"I love you too, baby. Bye, and take care of yourself."
I hung up and a smile came upon my lips. I loved my parents. Dad was overly protective and Mom was extra loving, but they were the best parents ever.
I flopped down on a chair on the balcony and looked out at the horizon. My phone vibrated in my hand and I looked down at the screen.
Unknown number calling.
I answered, hoping that it was him. My heart leaped as his voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Emily, how are you?"
"Sebastian, I've been so sad."
"Why?"
"It's been a week and I'm just hearing from you." I wanted to yell at him but I had no idea what was required of him as a prince. I knew that royalty didn't just sit on their butts all day and have servants do everything for them.
"I'm so sorry. I've been out of the country. I just got back. You were on my mind everyday."
"So, you miss me, huh?"
"Definitely. Can I see you tonight? There's something I have to tell you."
"Yes."
"Be ready at 6:30."
"Okay. See you tonight."
I hung up and ran to find Gen. Of course, she was in my bedroom.
"He called! I'm seeing him tonight! There's something he has to say to me. Gen! I think he's going to ask for my hand in marriage."
"OMG! I'm so happy for you. Let's pick out an outfit for later."
Later that evening, I was already dressed and waiting for him and, just like the first time, a limousine waited outside for me and took me to the private restaurant. I found him at the only table in the room. Every nerve in my body sparked, and every hair strand on my skin was waiting to rise up.
"You look beautiful," he began.
I was wearing a white dress that hugged my body perfectly.
"Thank you. So what was it that you had to tell me?" I knew I should have waited for him to begin speaking, but I was anxious and my nerves had the better of me.
"Eager, aren't you?" He chuckled lightly. "I'm having a ball in three days at the palace and I'm inviting you. Will you accept my personal invitation?"
"Of course."
We had dinner and he dropped me back at the hotel. When I was about to get out of the vehicle, he held my waist and pulled me onto his chest. He tilted my chin upwards so that my eyes were locked on his. His fingers brushed loose strands of hair behind my ears. Every moment felt like it was part of a slow motion film, and when his lips crashed onto mine, I didn't want the moment to end. He pulled my body forward and I ended up straddling him.
The kiss never broke until his mouth traveled to my neck. A soft moan left my mouth and his hands roamed my body outside of the dress. I began to feel heated. I wanted to tear my dress off and let him have his way with me inside of his van in front of the hotel.
His phone went off before our encounter went to another level. He retrieved his phone from his pocket to answer, and I was certain I saw the picture of a woman flashing on the screen.
"Yes. That wasn't yet addressed by my father or myself. We'll have to continue this conversation at another time." I caught the end of his conversation. "Umm, Emily, I have to go," he said once he hung up.
I got off him and fixed my dress before getting out. I slammed the door and walked towards the hotel without turning back.