𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧


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Emilia was sat at the library, reading for what could have been the hundredth time, her favorite romance book. The prince had finally admitted his love for the princess and she couldn't be happier, she loved happy endings but wouldn't mind a gore sad story from time to time to break off the unicorn vibe.

A hand tapped her shoulder and she turned around to see the handsome face of none other than the Lord Niklaus.

"Lord Niklaus, what brings you here? Shouldn't you be with my brother fighting over who would be known as the best archer?" She questioned teasingly as he chuckled and sat across from her.

"Well your brother has some truly remarkable talents with the archery but I had much important matters so I delayed the match," Niklaus said, crossing his arms over the wooden table.

Emilia raised her eyebrow, asking, "And what do those matters have to do with me?"

"You see my brother..." He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence before she cut him off.

"Your brother is in the guests' chamber, I believe his room is next to yours. If there's anything you need to know which involves him, I believe you can go with your questions to him. I am not his maiden," Emilia fake smiled, standing up. She placed her book back on the shelf before walking out of the library.

"Lady Emilia, please," He went after her and she merely turned around to face him with a frustrated look on her face.

"I am just ensuring that you and my brother would have a lovely day in your castle's gardens away from any interruptions like Lady Lorelei and Lauren," Niklaus spoke ever so softly as he held back his devilish smirk and she raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm... Well why not, then..."

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Upon Rebekah's suggestions, more like demands, Emilia had dressed up in one of her most comfortable attires and waited behind the Castle's backdoors for Elijah with a basket, full of what Rebekah called 'nice picnic things'.

It didn't take Elijah long time reach her before they walked together to the small garden where they had sat preparing, "You know I don't really like your siblings' nosiness and all that but we really needed to plan a lot of answers for when my aunts would come and ask about our... sudden courting," Emilia said, munching on some grapes.

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