Chapter 390 - Three Hundred And Ninety: The Queen Was Kneeling (1/2)

The third point of view:

She was happy here, Emily realized. There was nobody to restrict her; nobody to judge her right and left; nobody to rate how good enough she is; but most of all, she was healing. With each passing day, the pain became bearable. Though she missed her son Akim and him - whose name should not be called now - she needed this space; to be alone and heal.

Judy wasn't here, still, Emily had been careful with the way she handled the lion cubs even though they wouldn't harm her. She had seen his call that day but refused to answer knowing her heart wasn't ready to face him. With how soft-hearted she was, there was no guarantee she wouldn't go running back into his arms after hearing his voice. Yes, he's her weakness and she knows it.

When she had heard his message, her heart gladdened even though he was pissed off with her. But then, his comment about choosing another wife hit her strongly and it took everything in her not to have replied to his voicemail.

Of course, all men were the same. She wasn't even that gone for that long and he was already thinking of getting married? Well, she would just take her son away while he lives a happily ever after with his new wife that would give him lots of princes and princesses!

Emily knew she was being irrational, but the thought of another woman having him was painful. Well, he was the prince and she was a divorced woman from a well-off family, what was she expecting? That she would make a fine queen? keep on dreaming, this was the best approach; staying away from him.

The queen must be sleeping so comfortably these days. Why wouldn't she? The evil woman who bewitched her son was gone as she wished.

Emily winced, shutting her eyes as the thought of the child she lost crossed her mind. No, this was the best. Who knew what the queen would do next? It was better she stayed away. Once she was strong enough to return, she'd discuss Akim's keep with him - the both of them was over.

”Hi Emily,” her attention was drawn to the couples making their way over to her and sighed.

She had come down to the hotel's restaurant to have her breakfast in peace which was impossible now.

”Here you are!” Bianca plopped down on the seat in front of her with her husband, Guy.

Both were fellow tourists and the first people she had clicked with when she arrived here - probably because they reminded her of she and Judy. The couples were hopelessly in love to the extent they couldn't stay away from one other.

Sometimes she dreaded staying with them, not because they weren't good company, but because they were so sweet with each other it can get uncomfortable to a nauseating point - not to mention they kept reminding her what she lost.

”I should have known this is where you would run off to,” Bianca remarked, taking the menu Emily had dropped on the table and reading through it even though she knew all the meal by heart now.

”She ran off without us, honey,” Guy pinched her cheeks and she growled at him playfully.

”Who wants to be with you with the way you both are affectionate with each other. Don't you know your relationship is a stab in the heart to us single ladies?” Emily touched her heart.

”Then go get married then,” It slipped out of Bianca's mouth and when she realized what she just said, it was too late.

Guy nudged his wife's side, making her realize how tense the environment suddenly became.

”Oh,” the woman tucked her hair behind her ear, ”I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it that way,” she apologized.

Though Emily hasn't told them in detail why she was here, from hanging out with her, they were able to ascertain what was wrong. Those longing eyes of hers belonged to a woman whose heart has been broken. Plus the few times they have witnessed her speaking to her son. Hence they surmised she had separated from her lover or divorced her husband. If only they knew it was both options.

”It's okay, I understand,” Emily waved it away with a smile on her face, though her chest was hurting and it felt like she couldn't breathe.

So when the meal she had ordered arrived, Emily quickly buried her face in her food signifying the end of the discussion or so she thought because she had hardly taken two spoons into her mouth when the concierge arrived at her table with news.

”Miss Emily?”

”That's me,” She answered, wondering why she was being summoned.