The Fall Of A Drama Queen

Chapter 14

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"When someone loves you, they don't always have to say it... you can always know it by the way they treat you." - Instagram: menonquotes 

Emerald's POV

What the heck! Where am I?

I scrambled out of the bed, confused as to where I was. Am I dreaming? This is not my room in New York. Oh wait... I'm in England! At the royal palace. This is not the room given to me either.

I looked around the room and saw a man's jacket dangling at the arm chair, as well as a white shirt and white pants folded neatly on top.

Oh my God! This is a man's room. Where am I? 

I glanced down to my gown, thankful to at least I have my clothes on. I touched my breasts and private part, weird imaginations running wildly in my mind. No... no... I don't feel any tenderness or pain. I'm okay.

I still panicked and opened the door widely. Thank God, it opened. At least I was not kidnapped by a serial killer or held captive for ransom. 

Three steps forward and I was immediately outside the room. I yawned and stretched my arms. I then shielded my eyes as the sun glared brightly, hurting my eyes. I could hardly see what was happening outside, but I heard a crowd cheer - then it came to a halt. I looked up and saw an exhibition of stunt planes. Wow... to my amazement, the plane produced smokes in red, white and blue.

My eyes adjusted to the lights and I looked down. Hundreds of people were staring at me. What's going on?  

I realized I was in a balcony. These people were watching the plane exhibition just a moment ago, and now their attention shifted to me. Why? I don't understand.

I turned to the right and my eyes widened in shock. Oh my God! This can't be happening. Standing at the much bigger balcony was the royal family, headed by the King. Their eyes were fixed on me. I could see Harry's shocked expression, plain as day. Then I noticed some photographers taking pictures of me. I mouthed 'Sorry' to the royal family and ran back to the room.

I rushed to the other door and it suddenly opened. Harry came, drawing me back in the room. 

"Hey."

"I'm so sorry. I did not know... I just woke up and I opened the wrong door..." I was freaking out. I was talking so fast, trying to explain what happened. "The king is upset right? What am I gonna do?"

"Shh, it's okay. Calm down." He grabbed ahold of my arms to stop my fidgeting. 

"Where am I? I don't know how I got into this room. I swear, I don't remember anything." I rubbed my temple, trying to recall what happened last night. 

"You're in my room."

My shoulders visibly relaxed, relief washing over me. I could not imagine what would happen if I slept in any guy's room. I blamed myself for being so stupid last night. If I hadn't drank that wine I wouldn't be in this mess.

"You were sleeping soundly when I arrived at midnight. I just let you sleep."

"Thank you. How did I get here?"

"I don't know. But I'm going to ask the security to check the CCTV. Someone must have brought you here."

"What about the people? They took pictures of me. And the king... Is he upset?"

"We have someone in the palace who deals with the paparazzi. I'll talk to the king, okay?" He put an arm around my shoulders, ushering me towards the door. "Come on, I'll take you to your room. I'm sure you're hungry also. It's almost noon."

"Oh God... This is so embarrassing. I don't really drink alcohol. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Emerald." He said and opened the door. 

Harry's POV

"This is a big scandal in the palace. Look at this!" The king bursted as he pushed his iPad Pro on the table towards me. He showed Emerald's picture in the balcony and the royal family in another side looking at her in shock. 

The headline of the article, Mystery Girl at Prince Philip's balcony. I scanned other articles on different websites, there were plenty of them. Prince Philip Is Sleeping With A Mystery Girl, Another article said, A Redhead Girl at Prince Philip's Room. 

The king was right. It was becoming a scandal and it scattered online.

"You have to settle this Philip. The phone in the palace won't stop ringing asking to interview you. They're more interested about the mystery girl rather than you being proclaimed as the next king." 

"I'll do something about it, as soon as I can, Your majesty." I answered. We learned from the Palace security that it was Yvette and Barbara who bribe a security guard, and got Emerald into my room. The King was very angry and ordered them out of the palace immediately.

"Your majesty, I think it would be better if his royal highness, Prince Philip will take a vacation for a while. He can come back when the issue settles down." The kings adviser suggested.

"With the situation right now, there's no place in England that no one could recognize you, your royal highness." The second adviser said. 

"I know a safe place." The king informed us. "Bring Emerald Petrakis with you. The paparazzi won't leave her alone. She needs to be protected from them too."

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