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THE FALL OF A DRAMA QUEEN

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#Episode_8

👑Emerald's POV

My makeups, hair extensions, stilettos, my gown, my bikinis... well, it's a castle, they surely have a pool in there. As well as a gym, tennis court, spa... I'm so excited.

A helicopter took me and Harry to the countryside. So odd that one of the bodyguards that escorted us was the man I thought was the Prince. He was actually married and had two kids. Yeah, I asked him when I noticed his wedding ring.

The helicopter landed in a vast land. A three story white building standing in the middle of the greeneries that looked more like an office. A yellow Hummer was parked outside, with a middle-aged heavily bearded man beside it.

Oh-oh... this is not what I expected. The place looks so boring already.

The man approached us, as we went down from the helicopter. He neck bowed at Harry then at me.

"Hello, Blake." Harry greeted.

"Good afternoon, your royal highness." He gave the keys to Harry while the bodyguards put our bags at the back of the SUV. Harry asked me to get inside while he was still talking to the men, giving instructions.

I leaned back inside the car, thanking that it was not the place. Well, it did not look like a castle though and no field of roses. I looked at the back of the car. It was loaded with boxes. What are those?

Harry drove the car. I checked the time, thirty minutes gone and we hadn't arrived yet. My heart was pounding so fast, as I looked at the road getting narrower and narrower. We were getting so far away from the civilization. All I could see were green land and mountains. Grass and trees were everywhere. No house anywhere.

"Are you sure we're not lost?" I asked Harry. Then looked at the flowing river, as we passed by.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Of course not. I know where we're going. I've been here before."

"Are we almost there?"

"Actually, we're in the area."

Really? I became very excited. I looked around for the castle but couldn't find it.

Harry entered a gate and parked the car outside a stone cottage.

"We're here."

"Huh?"

"We arrived. Come on, help me get our things out."

"Wait. Where's the Rosefield Castle? I thought we're going there."

He smirked and pointed at the stone cottage. "That's the one."

"No! That's not a castle. That's more... more like a cottage."

"Yeah, that's the Rosefield Castle Cottage. See that sign over there?"

I read the sign. Oh my God. It was clearly written in italic, Rosefield Castle Cottage. Darn it. "Where's the field of roses?"

"There's no roses in here. It's just a name given in honor of Princess Rose." Harry answered.

What?! I was really disappointed. There was no castle, it was a cottage. No field of roses, but field of grass.

We went inside the cottage. It was decent, not fancy at all and so small. I was so shock! Inside a fifty square meter house were a couch and armchairs, bookshelves, fireplace, dining table and a small kitchen. There were two rooms upstairs, I chose the bigger one to accommodate my two luggages.

"Is there an internet here?" I asked Harry when I went down. He was carrying a box and put it in the kitchen counter.

His lips twisted. "None. There's no phone signal here either."

"What?" I took my phone and checked the signal of the network provider - there was none!

"I can't live here, Harry. There's no internet. I can't live without it. How can I communicate with my family and friends... the office, I have to answer important emails, and my Instagram account. I need to post in my account everyday."

"Your family knows where we are already, I talked to Zion. Your friends and the office can wait either, even your Instagram account. Our reputation is more important."

My eyes scanned the room again, then noticed many missing appliances. "There's no fridge in here? Not even a microwave and a toaster? How are we going to survive in here?"

"We have food and water. We will survive."

I looked at Harry as he opened the box he put on the kitchen counter. He was taking out canned goods, flour, eggs, olive oil, seasonings and other stuff.

"Oh, okay." I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm hungry now. Can you cook dinner?"

He paused and stared at me. "Sorry sweetheart. You have to cook your own food. I'm not your servant."

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👑Harry's POV ✔

Emerald's expression was priceless. I wished I could capture the moment on a camera. She looked really funny... and yeah... cute , but still a spoiled brat. Too much pampering and protectiveness from her parents made her like that.

Let's see how she would handle living in a remote place like this. All her life, she'd been used to getting all she wanted in just a snap of her fingers. Housemaids, assistants and bodyguards ran to cater her needs. And now, she expected me to do the same for her.

HA! She's hungry, then let her cook her own food. She's not a kid anymore. She should learn how to survive.

Emerald cleared her throat, lifting her chin and answered. "Okay fine. I'll do it."

"You know how to cook?"

"Of course." She answered. But I did not miss the hint of hesitation in her voice.

"Really?"

"Aha..."

Hmm... Why is it so hard for me to believe that.

Unless she took cooking lessons or learned by watching Master Chefs and YouTube cooking videos.

"Great! You can do the cooking and I'll wash the dishes."

"Cool." She smiled, resting her hands on her waist, that emphasized the slenderness of her body.

"Okay." I turned back to the groceries, putting it up the wall cabinet. She was an irresistible temptation, all right.

Emerald took over the kitchen as I put her luggages inside the room she picked. Although Blake had the house cleaned this morning, there was still a slight musty smell in it. I opened the windows to remove the odor and let the air get passed through. The house was equipped with electricity, gas and water, making it comfortable to live in.

I decided to take a shower before dinner. The bathroom was placed between the two bedrooms. I was enjoying the warm bath, rinsing the mint soap suds off my body when I smelled something burning. What is that?

I put a towel around my waist and opened the door. Thick smoke greeted me and it was coming from downstairs. I heard Emerald calling my name, asking for help.

Dammit!

I ran downstairs and saw fire in the kitchen. Emerald was putting off the fire on the stove by throwing water. The fire went up more and caught the curtain and the wall cabinet.

"Stop throwing water." I said to her.

I turned off the burner and took the flaming pan out of the stove. I put it on the sink then covered with the lid, leaving it there for the fire to die down by itself.

"I don't know why this suddenly happen. I spilled the cooking oil and suddenly fire flared up."

Obviously. But there was no time to explain to her. I looked at the fire eating the curtain and the cabinet.

"Move back." I instructed her before I used the tool I knew would kill the fire. The damp towel.

Without hesitation, I removed the towel from my waist and smacked it hard at the fire on the curtain and cabinet. I did not stop until the flame died. I was sweating and breathing pretty hard afterwards. Thankful that I stopped the fire.

I turned to Emerald and gave her a victorious smile. "We did it."

She just stood there, watching me with her jaw dropped open. Shock expression was evident on her face as her eyes transferred to my crotch.

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💄Emerald's POV

"AAaaahhhhhh!!!" I covered my eyes as I saw Harry's manhood - his length and erection pointing at me. I peeped at him between my fingers and saw him covered himself abruptly with the towel.

"It's okay. I'm decent now." He said, securing the towel around his waist.

"I'm so sorry." My hand was trembling as I raised it towards the burned area of the kitchen. The yellow curtain was almost gone and the brown wall cabinet turned black. I felt so guilty and ashamed of the fire. I've never been so reckless like this before. "Thank you... If you weren't quick enough, the whole place would have burned down."

I could not imagine if that really happened. I would be the biggest disappointment of my family. Harry would be too. I ruined his reputation already. And the king would not allow me to make the crown anymore.

"You should be careful in using cooking oil. It burst into flame if it gets overheat."

I nodded.

"And don't use water to extinguish the cooking oil fire. It will just flare up and rapidly spread in the house." He continued, and telling me things to do and not to do if there would be a fire.

I felt like a stupid child, scolded for behaving badly. I was just trying to prove to him that I was an independent woman and I could cook. But that fire mess my plan.

Harry went upstairs to put on clothes, while I was in the kitchen, washing the pan and the utensils. I took the burn curtain out of the rod, threw it in the bin. I separated the canned goods that were burned and threw the ones that were not useful anymore.

Whew! I felt a sense of accomplishment seeing everything clean in the kitchen.

"Hey, what's our dinner."

I turned around and saw Harry standing behind me, his hip leaning against the kitchen counter. He looked so fresh and smelled of soap. I guessed he took a bath again.

"Um... we can have a can of mushroom soup, some garlic bread and slices of apples."

"Okay, sounds good to me." He shrugged his shoulders and sat at the small dining table. "Can you manage that?"

"Yea." I gave him an assuring smile. I would do my best not to fail this time.

He nodded, returning my smile.

We enjoyed our dinner. We talked about many things. Our dreams and passion in life. We shared jokes and funny stories.

"I have a confession to make." I said to him when we were both washing the dishes. "I really don't know how to cook. I was so stubborn trying to prove to you that I can. I won't forgive myself if I burned down the cottage."

He laughed richly. "Princess Rose would come out of her grave and haunt you."

"Don't say that. You're scaring me." I sprinkled him with some soap. Then, I wondered... "Is there any ghost in here?"

"Hmm... I'm not telling you." He looked at me with teasing eyes.

"Harry!"