Emma
''You look beautiful, my dear.'' The queen says, smiling at me as she eyes down my dress while Emery and I stand next to each other, trying to reduce the awkwardness between us.
I look up at Emery, seeing him smirking as he glances down at my face—leaving my cheeks heating up. Then, I feel his hand on my waist, ''Clearly she's much more beautiful than the girls you've chosen before,'' He says, sarcastically.
''I can't seem to deny,'' The queen replies.
My lips curve up into a small smile, not really knowing what to respond as I keep quiet. Only keeping up with their conversation; hardly enough, I can't seem to respond with anything.
Emery clears his throat as he smiles playfully.
''Excuse me, Your Grace.'' One of the men says as he smiles at the queen. She smiles at us for a fe
