The fall of a drama queen finale

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Final_Episode &Epilogue
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Emerald’s POV ๐Ÿ‘‘
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I rolled on the be-d totally n-ked, feeling so exhausted. Harry and I had just finished our marathon lovema-king session the whole afternoon and he was in the shower taking a quic-k bath. He almost forgot that he booked us a ro-mantic dinner in a fine dining restaurant.

“I’m done princess.” He shouted inside the bathroom.
I smiled and stretched on the be-d. It had been three days since we got here in Negril Jamaica, and yet we haven’t explored the the place yet. Our days and nights were spent in the beach resort only, swimming and sunbathing, getting spa and mas-sage, eating and wining… and more often in the be-droom ma-king love.
The bathroom door opened and Harry went out totally n-ked. His towel slung on his shoulders, his hair glistened we-t from the shower in S-xy disarray.

I scrambled out of the be-d and knelt in front of him. He was taken aback for a moment and his expression changed into a wicked grin when he saw that I was eyeing his man-hood.

“Your royal highness, will you be kind and grant your servant’s wish?”

He c0cked his eyebrows up and straightened his stance. “Whatever request you want, my servant. I’m in your mercy.”

“I’m hungry.” I said as I saw his center engorged.
He gro-an ed and clasped my chin. “Don’t torture me princess, do it now, I beg. I’ve been aiming to unleash that n@รปghty side of you, I can’t believe that I did it too soon.”

I held his ยฃrยฃยขtman-hood and ran the ti-p of my ton-gue on its head. It was the first time that I did it to him. I finally had the courage and I was determined to give him much plea-sure.

“Dinner can wait.” He proclaimed.

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๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰–One year later–๐Ÿ‘‘

“Congratulations! It’s a healthy baby boy!” The doctor shouted excitedly.

I knew that it would be a boy. Since the gender of the baby showed in the ultrasound, everyone in the world who followed me and Harry knew. But knowing that our baby was healthy was such a relief.

I had mixed emotions. The happiness was overwhelming, seeing our baby for the first time. I felt so fulfilled and proud of myself seeing our little boy.

Harry k!$$ยฃd my forehead, tears flowed on his cheeks. “You’re wonderful.” He kept on whispering on me, saying all the adjectives that I wanted to hear. Beautiful, amazing, magnificent, the best, strong and courageous… and so much more.

Harry uplifted my spirit and he never left my side. The twelve-hour labor was so exhausting and painful. I had dysmenorrhea before, but giving birth was like bearing the agony of having dysmenorrhea ten times worse.

“He’s so beautiful.” I said as I stared at our new baby. He was a combination of me and Harry. But the most striking on his appearance was his hair.

“He is. Someday, he’s going to be a great king.” Harry replied proudly. He looked so awed as I was, a smile never left his face.

“After you.”

Harry nodded. “Someday, a ginger-haired king of England. King Magnus.”

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Our families gathered in the hospital room later that evening. Everyone was so eager to meet our baby, Magnus.
“He has Harry’s eyes.” My sister in-law, London said. It was amazing that she still d@tยฃd Harry and Zion’s best friend, Izzy until now. From the look of it, they were both happy on where their relationsh!pwas going.

“And my nose.” Grandpa Alaric, the king proudly announced.
“You’re right grandpa.” Harry agreed and helped his grandpa settled back in an armchair. Leaving dad watching the baby, inside the bas-sinet.

“He has my hair!” Mom said happily.

“Yeah, and he has the Petrakis’ chin. Hmmm… I’m sure he’ll be very stubborn, like the rest of them.” Grandma Nina shook her head in dismay and looked at grandpa Markos sitting beside the king and let out a subtle frown.

“Come on, grandma. That’s a strikingly attrac-tive trait on women. Made us look mysterious, ha-rd to get. Right Claire?” My brother Zion said, even asking his wife Claire to back up on his statement.

But Claire gave a puzzled expression, contradicting him. “Who told you that? I love you so much Zion but I really hate your stubbornness. There was a time that I wanted to throw the flower vase at you.”

“Really? When was that?” Zion asked as his eyes wi-de-ned. There was a tone of concern in his voice.

Crystal and I giggled as we looked at our brother’s expression, suddenly bec@mยฃ sheepish at his wife’s words.
“Shush. Settle that issue in your own home.” Mom scolded them. “Anyway, what made you think that’s a turn-on on women?” Knowing mom, she would not let go of Zion until she was contented.

“Based on my experience, and Alessandro’s and Carter’s… Daniel. The rest of us with Petrakis blood. Ask dad.” Zion defended himself.

Everyone’s attention focused at dad who was looming over the baby counting the baby’s toes and f!ngers, again and again.

“Dad.” My younger sister, Crystal called out dad.

“What?” Dad looked confused that everyone was watching him, he stood up straight and asked again. “What did I do?”
When mom explained to him about the issue, he just said. “Well,
I can only say it for myself. I’m not stubborn. My way is just better.”

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๐Ÿ’ž Epilogue ๐Ÿ”‘
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๐ŸŽ‰Harry’s POV โœ…
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Be strong grandpa, you have to fight.” I said with encouragement, though I had a feeling that only God’s mercy could help him survive his battle.

I was clasping grandpa’s hands while he was lying on his be-d looking so thin and fragile. He had many tubes attached to his bยฉdy in order to survive. His bยฉdy was deteriorating would not respond to treatment and his vital organs were not functioning well anymore. It was very painful to see him getting so weak everyday.

The past two years had been terrible for him fighting for his life. He was diagnosed with liver cancer. He received advance medications from the experts in the field of cancer treatments and even tried the newly experimented cancer drug that would cost a whole hospital building.

For six months he was getting better and we bec@mยฃ very hopeful that he was on his road to recovery. But suddenly, he woke up feeling nauseated, shortness of breathing and over fatigue. The terrible news was so ha-rd to take in. His cancer had metastasised and spre-ad all over his vital organs.
“I’m tired fighting of this pain, Phili-p. I can’t bear it anymore.” Grandpa gro-an ed again from another pain, his hand ti-ghtยฃรฑed on mine.
I could not bear seeing him in this state of illness too. It was too heavy in the heart. But I did not want him to see me weak, he would not like that. I had to be strong for him, to be his wall during this time.
“The doctors are recommending another drug. They said that there’s a chance that you would recover.”
“Nah– I don’t want to be experimented anymore, I know it won’t work.”

“You can’t just let yourself die, grandpa.”

“I’m re-ady Phili-p. I’m old and very weak now. Besides, I lived a very fruitful life. I’ve performed my duties well as the king of England and now it’s your turn. I know you will be a great king, Phili-p, greater than me.” He took a de-ep breath and continued with a weak voice. “Teach Magnus what I taught you and make sure that he would rule England better that us.”

“Don’t worry grandpa, I will. I won’t fail you.”

“Thank you.” His hands loosยฃned and rested on his stomach.
“Did you get the papers I asked?”
“Yeah.” I took the envelope that I put at the be-dside table when I arrived.

I re-moved the two-pages doยขv-ment from the envelop and scanned the contents. I re-ad it this morning and wondered why grandpa was interested about this person Douglas Reid, a fisherman in Sandwood Bay, the far north-west coast of mainland Scotland, who died ten years ago.

“re-ad it to me.”

I re-ad the pages and grandpa listened attentively. Then I showed him the attached picture– a ph0to of a new parents with a newly born baby inside a hospital room. The mother was smiling happily carrying the baby while the father looking so proudly. From the pink flowery baby blanket, I could tell that the baby was a girl.
“She’s perfect.”

I was confused for a second. I thought grandpa was referring to the mother, but his eyes focused at the baby.

“Look at her, that high exotic cheekbone, pretty Grecian nose and delicate face. She’d grow up to be a very fine lady.” There was a sudden laughter in his voice but immediately faded.
“What is about this picture and who’s Douglas Reid?” I asked him.

Grandpa heaved a long sigh before he answered. “I owed my life to Douglas.”

That was a surprise. Grandpa was a proud man showing how strong and dependable he was. Admitting that he owed someone his life showed his vulnerability.

“How?”

“Once I bec@mยฃ rebellious wanting my freedom. I wanted to get rid of everyone’s attention– from the press, the people and my family. I bec@mยฃ tired of being p@rt of the royal family. I was in my thirties, vacationing in Scotland alone without security. I explored the Sandwood bay pretending to be a local when a crazy guy c@mยฃ and attem-pted to stab me at the back. Fortunately a fisherman–Douglas was there and saw what was coming. He ran to the guy and sma-cked him to the ground. Literally, he saved my life.”

“You got lucky.”

“Yeah. It was a hvge sharp knife. I talked to Douglas and found out that he just lost his wife. He was poor, proud, depressed and stubborn. He would not accept the money that I offered to him. I could not give to him what he wanted in life– his dead wife. But I was also a proud man, I could not just leave without giving him something in return, he saved my life.”

“What did you give?”

“A promise.” Grandpa flin-ched a little. “I made a promise to Douglas. Something that I could not take back. It should be fulfilled Phili-p. You have to help me.”

“What kind of promise?”

“A promise that a single man next in line to my throne at the moment I would die would marry his granddaughter or great granddaughter.

“What?” His revelation was alarming.

“I showed him my gratitude of saving my life. I would have been six feet un-der the ground for years decaying if not for him. I’m a man with a word of honour, I would not rest in my grave if I won’t fulfil my promise.”

“So you mean, this baby is his granddaughter…” I stared at the picture of the baby.

“Yeah, his first granddaughter. And should marry your son Magnus.”

Three days later, grandpa died. I as-sumed his duties as the king of England as well as fulfilling his promise to Douglas Reid– to make Magnus marry a villager’s daughter in a remote province of Scotland.
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๐Ÿ“One year laterโœ…
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I could not take my eyes off my wife, looking so radiantly beautiful in elegant satin red long go-wn, seated on a red and golden throne beside me inside the palace. On her pretty head was the captivating shimmering crown — the queen’s crown that she made. She fitted perfectly as the queen of England.
Everyone in England loved her and she loved the people and the country as well. She turned out to be very caring, helpful and accommod@t!ngto the people. She made projects, charitable fund raising events, medical missions and foundations p@rticularly for helpless women and orphan children.

But most of all, she was a wonderful wife and mother to Magnus. She made me so happy and complete. I could not live without her in my life anymore.

I love her so much. The queen of my heart.

“I have something to tell you.” Emerald said as she squee-zed my hand.

“What is it?” I asked curiously.

“Later.” She gave me that wicked smile that I loved.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Tell me now, babe.”

She rolled her eyes as I pu-ll-ed her hand lacing it between my f!ngers. Actually I got sleepy watching the orche-stra performing clas-sic ballads in front of us. I nee-ded a diversion.

“I said later, Harry…” She whispered.

“Come on, babe.” I insisted as I ran my thumb on her palm. I knew she would be affected.

“This is not an appropriate place.” Her eyes glared flir-tatiously at me.

Witch! She’s a tease.

We were probably thinking the same. Swimming n-ked later at the pri-vate indoor pool then ma-king wild love in the shower.
ma-king love in the shower was our favorite thing. She would scream my name again and again while I ravished every inch of her bยฉdy. I loved it when she shivered every time she had her Orgasm then followed by a giggle. We always ended up laughing… smiling with happiness.

“Tell me now, they won’t hear us.” I insisted this time.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I win-ked at her.

“I’m… ” Her voice faded overpowered by the sudden increase tempo of the music.
“What?”

“I… want… to… ”

“What?” My asked aloud. I still could not hear her. The music was getting louder.

“I said… I… want…you… now…”

Not thinking of the consequences, I raised my voice this time so she could hear me.

“You want me now?”

Just in time, the music ended. My voice echoed inside the throne room of the palace.

I could still remember the faces of all the guests and delegates from different countries, looking so shocked at me. Especially coming from my father in law, Eros Petrakis whose expression could not be describe-d.

My eyes roamed around everyone, then settled at my wife whose face turned so red. My goodness, I embarras-sed her.
I cleared my throat as everyone waited to hear me say something. I took my time, thinking of a reasonable escape. I was sweating pretty ha-rd . My devious mind got me into this.

“Excuse me, ladies an gentlemen… but my wife wants me now to dance with her.”

“Huh?” I heard Emerald said.

The guests said ahhh in chorus and nodded their heads. I was immediately relieved that I was able to save myself and Emerald from the fiasco I created. I could imagine the headlines in the daily morning papers alre-ady, The hor-nyRoyals.

Later, I was dancing with Emerald at the center of the dance floor, swaying and di-pping her. All eyes were focused at us, observing us with admiration.

“You made me sound like a S-x starve vixen.” Emerald laughed softly.

“I swear babe, I wish you are.” I chuckled and swayed her in my arms.

“That’s insane! Are you serious?”

I caught her off guard, she missed a step and almost fell on the floor but I caught her.

“Of course, but only for me.” I tea-sed her and she responded by rolling her eyes.

“You’re a crazy king!” She exclaimed and I laughed aloud.
That night I got her pregnant again, and after nine months she delivered our second baby, Princess Valerie.

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