''Thank you,'' I say before making my way out; bumping into Evelyn who has a cheeky smile on her face. The way she smiles, shows that she knows something.
''Came to delete the footage from last night?'' She grins.
My eyes meet her blue ones—rolling my eyes in annoyance as soon as I understand what she meant. Yet, she continues to tease me about it; laughing and poking onto the side of my waist, immediately making me push her hands away due to being ticklish.
''Hello to you too, sister.'' I walk away, purposely bumping onto her shoulder, earning myself another laugh from her; realising that she's going to keep on following me around for a few more minutes, teasing about last night—no regrets, though.
''At least you had fun last night, even after the event but hey, no worries. Your dirty secrets are safe with me,'' She continues to chuckle, slightly making my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as a few servants pass us.
''There are no dirty secrets, okay?'' I stop walking.
Evelyn flips her hair to the back, ''I told you, Emery. You should've talked about this with mother—getting your own place with Emma. Mother will understand that you need a little privacy with your wife, eh?'' She winks.
I use my index finger to push her head to the back, so that she'll actually leave me alone but no. She's still here, following me like a lost puppy. I don't even know how she found out about last night because we were being careful, but then again, she's everywhere. She might've passed down the hallway and heard everything but I don't care, honestly. Yet, she's got a point.
''You're in my way, Evelyn.'' I sigh, deeply.
''You need your own place. Period,'' She shrugs.
My eyes continue to look deeply into hers; wanting to seek for answers, ''Why are you so eager about me finding a place of my own? I have one in Melbourne and are you planning to take everything in my office? My stuff?'' I ask her, purposely saying it casually.
She scoffs, ''For your information, I'm moving out too. Yes, you have a place of your own in Melbourne but I don't think that counts,'' She replies, sighing again.
My eyebrows furrow, not understanding why she'll be moving out; there's nothing wrong at the palace. Why would she want to move out? What would mother think of it and how would mother react?
''Why are you moving out?'' I ask, eyebrows furrowed.
She crosses her arms, ''Once I get married, I'll be living with Andrea. Of course, I'll visit frequently,'' She replies, stating the obvious. She can't stay here once she has gotten married to Andrea; she'll have her own duties as a wife, probably as a duchess as well.
Then, that's when it hit me. Evelyn's right; privacy is all I need with Emma, since we're slowly together—we'll be able to actually act freely, when it's only the two of us. We don't have to worry about anyone else and that's what we both need. So, I have to thank Evelyn.
''You're kind of right. I'm going to ask mother about that, in fact, I'm going to ask her about that now,'' I grin at her which causes Evelyn to join me, following me as we both walk towards mother's office—knowing that she has a meeting at the moment but, eh.
Once I've reached her office, I push the door open, surprising the amount of people inside but I pay no attention as I smile widely, ''Mother, there's something that I have to ask and I hope that you can spare me a couple minutes?'' I ask, waiting for her respond.
She looks around, at the people surrounding her.
''Um, of course. Fire away,'' She smiles, back slightly.
''I'd like to ask if it's alright for Emma and I to go on our honeymoon? Actually, we're going on our honeymoon right now and if you'd allow me to do so, I'll go upstairs and pack our stuff,'' I speak, quite fast as Evelyn's mouth open wide beside—not really expecting me to ask about going on a honeymoon, she expected a house.
Everyone in the room keeps quiet, only turning to look at my mother; waiting for her to answer. The look on their faces show how they're asking for her to agree so that the meeting can go on while I leave for the trip.
''Where do you plan on going, Emery?'' She asks.
''Bali,'' I answer without hesitation, making her frown.
After a few seconds, she starts to clear her throat before answering my question—after fixing her glasses on the bridge of her nose, ''Alright, you may go.'' She says.
Just like that, everyone in the room starts to agree; letting out breaths of relief. I excuse myself after smirking at my sister, making my way out of the room and up the stairs—wanting to tell Emma.
Without further ado, I push the door open, startling the maids and Emma, herself as she looks at me in confusion and wanting to know what's gotten me this excited. She raises an eyebrow, ''Is everything alright?'' She asks.
''Yeah. Pack your bags because we're going to Bali,''
The maids stare at with wide eyes before quickly entering the walk-in closet, taking out Emma's luggage. I, on the other hand, continues to look at her; seeing that she's chuckling, her cheeks heating up, somehow.
''Why the sudden surprise?'' She asks, slowly.
''I want to spend time with you, alone,'' I answer.
All of a sudden, she has her arms wrapped around my neck as I place both of mine on her waist; smiling down at her as she does the same. The way her eyes are bright with happiness, it's making me happy.
''You have quite a lot on your mind,'' She smirks.
Emma head straight into the walk-in closet, helping the maids to choose her outfit; since, we're going to Bali, she will need a lot of appropriate outfits on the island.
Packing is easy but when it comes to unpacking, it's hard. I've never asked the maids to pack or unpack for me because I feel like, doing it myself. It's something that I'm capable of doing so—I'd rather do it myself.
''Arrange a flight to Bali tonight,'' I say to one of my mother's assistant, he would always arrange these kind of things; just like how he arranged one when Emma and I went to Greece, so far, he planned it well.
''As you say, Your Highness.'' He nods, walking down.
''Right. Now to pack my bags,'' I mutter to myself before choosing different clothes, from different colours and brand but mostly casual clothes—easy enough for me to change. We'll be going on our honeymoon, it'll be better simple especially when we're going to Bali, Indonesia.
Once I'm done packing, I have my luggages being brought downstairs by my mother's assistant as I take my passport, my wallet and my phone—not wanting to leave anything important or it'll ruin this trip. I want it to be almost perfect so that it'll be memorable enough for both of us.
I've booked a one-bedroom villa at the Alila Villas.
Uluwatu, Bali. That's our destination.
I turn to see Emma walking down the stairs in her pair of skinny jeans and loose blouse; she looks comfortable. She has a scarf wrapped around her neck, incase she gets cold while we're on our way to Bali. It's a long flight, almost like going to the other side of the world, which is true.
''You ready, love?'' I ask, smiling and she nods.
Evelyn and mother are busy kissing us goodbye, saying for us to have lots of fun there and a safe trip. We'll be able to have fun, alright. That's a confirmation. I want this trip to be for the two of us, since we're sure about our feelings, there's no need in holding back from love.
We are free to act as lovers because we've confessed.
There's no turning back or saying no to one another because we love each other—this honeymoon, our second honeymoon, in Bali, is about trying to experience it all. No more holding back or trying to accept. We've come to accept so it's time for us to be free.
We might not have the privacy like others but we'll be able to make one; a private life or our own. No securities or cameras or even reporters getting in our way because this whole week is our week, we want it to be cherished.
I love my wife more than I love myself and that's not just crap saying because that's a true fact. I've never come to actually realise that I've finally loved someone more than I could ever expect because I've never wanted anything too serious in my life yet now I want it to stay and always be mine, she will always be mine.
Emery
''Thank you,'' I say before making my way out; bumping into Evelyn who has a cheeky smile on her face. The way she smiles, shows that she knows something.
''Came to delete the footage from last night?'' She grins.
My eyes meet her blue ones—rolling my eyes in annoyance as soon as I understand what she meant. Yet, she continues to tease me about it; laughing and poking onto the side of my waist, immediately making me push her hands away due to being ticklish.
''Hello to you too, sister.'' I walk away, purposely bumping onto her shoulder, earning myself another laugh from her; realising that she's going to keep on following me around for a few more minutes, teasing about last night—no regrets, though.
''At least you had fun last night, even after the event but hey, no worries. Your dirty secrets are safe with me,'' She continues to chuckle, slightly making my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as a few servants pass us.
''There are no dirty secrets, okay?'' I stop walking.
Evelyn flips her hair to the back, ''I told you, Emery. You should've talked about this with mother—getting your own place with Emma. Mother will understand that you need a little privacy with your wife, eh?'' She winks.
I use my index finger to push her head to the back, so that she'll actually leave me alone but no. She's still here, following me like a lost puppy. I don't even know how she found out about last night because we were being careful, but then again, she's everywhere. She might've passed down the hallway and heard everything but I don't care, honestly. Yet, she's got a point.
''You're in my way, Evelyn.'' I sigh, deeply.
''You need your own place. Period,'' She shrugs.
My eyes continue to look deeply into hers; wanting to seek for answers, ''Why are you so eager about me finding a place of my own? I have one in Melbourne and are you planning to take everything in my office? My stuff?'' I ask her, purposely saying it casually.
She scoffs, ''For your information, I'm moving out too. Yes, you have a place of your own in Melbourne but I don't think that counts,'' She replies, sighing again.
My eyebrows furrow, not understanding why she'll be moving out; there's nothing wrong at the palace. Why would she want to move out? What would mother think of it and how would mother react?
''Why are you moving out?'' I ask, eyebrows furrowed.
She crosses her arms, ''Once I get married, I'll be living with Andrea. Of course, I'll visit frequently,'' She replies, stating the obvious. She can't stay here once she has gotten married to Andrea; she'll have her own duties as a wife, probably as a duchess as well.
Then, that's when it hit me. Evelyn's right; privacy is all I need with Emma, since we're slowly together—we'll be able to actually act freely, when it's only the two of us. We don't have to worry about anyone else and that's what we both need. So, I have to thank Evelyn.
''You're kind of right. I'm going to ask mother about that, in fact, I'm going to ask her about that now,'' I grin at her which causes Evelyn to join me, following me as we both walk towards mother's office—knowing that she has a meeting at the moment but, eh.
Once I've reached her office, I push the door open, surprising the amount of people inside but I pay no attention as I smile widely, ''Mother, there's something that I have to ask and I hope that you can spare me a couple minutes?'' I ask, waiting for her respond.
She looks around, at the people surrounding her.
''Um, of course. Fire away,'' She smiles, back slightly.
''I'd like to ask if it's alright for Emma and I to go on our honeymoon? Actually, we're going on our honeymoon right now and if you'd allow me to do so, I'll go upstairs and pack our stuff,'' I speak, quite fast as Evelyn's mouth open wide beside—not really expecting me to ask about going on a honeymoon, she expected a house.
Everyone in the room keeps quiet, only turning to look at my mother; waiting for her to answer. The look on their faces show how they're asking for her to agree so that the meeting can go on while I leave for the trip.
''Where do you plan on going, Emery?'' She asks.
''Bali,'' I answer without hesitation, making her frown.
After a few seconds, she starts to clear her throat before answering my question—after fixing her glasses on the bridge of her nose, ''Alright, you may go.'' She says.
Just like that, everyone in the room starts to agree; letting out breaths of relief. I excuse myself after smirking at my sister, making my way out of the room and up the stairs—wanting to tell Emma.
Without further ado, I push the door open, startling the maids and Emma, herself as she looks at me in confusion and wanting to know what's gotten me this excited. She raises an eyebrow, ''Is everything alright?'' She asks.
''Yeah. Pack your bags because we're going to Bali,''
The maids stare at with wide eyes before quickly entering the walk-in closet, taking out Emma's luggage. I, on the other hand, continues to look at her; seeing that she's chuckling, her cheeks heating up, somehow.
''Why the sudden surprise?'' She asks, slowly.
''I want to spend time with you, alone,'' I answer.
All of a sudden, she has her arms wrapped around my neck as I place both of mine on her waist; smiling down at her as she does the same. The way her eyes are bright with happiness, it's making me happy.
''You have quite a lot on your mind,'' She smirks.
Emma head straight into the walk-in closet, helping the maids to choose her outfit; since, we're going to Bali, she will need a lot of appropriate outfits on the island.
Packing is easy but when it comes to unpacking, it's hard. I've never asked the maids to pack or unpack for me because I feel like, doing it myself. It's something that I'm capable of doing so—I'd rather do it myself.
''Arrange a flight to Bali tonight,'' I say to one of my mother's assistant, he would always arrange these kind of things; just like how he arranged one when Emma and I went to Greece, so far, he planned it well.
''As you say, Your Highness.'' He nods, walking down.
''Right. Now to pack my bags,'' I mutter to myself before choosing different clothes, from different colours and brand but mostly casual clothes—easy enough for me to change. We'll be going on our honeymoon, it'll be better simple especially when we're going to Bali, Indonesia.
Once I'm done packing, I have my luggages being brought downstairs by my mother's assistant as I take my passport, my wallet and my phone—not wanting to leave anything important or it'll ruin this trip. I want it to be almost perfect so that it'll be memorable enough for both of us.
I've booked a one-bedroom villa at the Alila Villas.
Uluwatu, Bali. That's our destination.
I turn to see Emma walking down the stairs in her pair of skinny jeans and loose blouse; she looks comfortable. She has a scarf wrapped around her neck, incase she gets cold while we're on our way to Bali. It's a long flight, almost like going to the other side of the world, which is true.
''You ready, love?'' I ask, smiling and she nods.
Evelyn and mother are busy kissing us goodbye, saying for us to have lots of fun there and a safe trip. We'll be able to have fun, alright. That's a confirmation. I want this trip to be for the two of us, since we're sure about our feelings, there's no need in holding back from love.
We are free to act as lovers because we've confessed.
There's no turning back or saying no to one another because we love each other—this honeymoon, our second honeymoon, in Bali, is about trying to experience it all. No more holding back or trying to accept. We've come to accept so it's time for us to be free.
We might not have the privacy like others but we'll be able to make one; a private life or our own. No securities or cameras or even reporters getting in our way because this whole week is our week, we want it to be cherished.
I love my wife more than I love myself and that's not just crap saying because that's a true fact. I've never come to actually realise that I've finally loved someone more than I could ever expect because I've never wanted anything too serious in my life yet now I want it to stay and always be mine, she will always be mine.
Bali, Bali, here we come.
And we're here.
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