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Emilia rested her head gently on Fernand's shoulder taking in an unsteady breath, she was trying hard to keep her crying to a minimum, as Seraphine was still in her arms, the young girl seemed to calm a bit more being between the two of them.
"You must take them away from here. The last thing we need is the future King and Queen contracting this dreadful disease. Emilia will be the reigning monarch of England until such time as the King recovers. If the King passes on she will be crowned."
Emilia pulled away from Fernand, she was shocked her mother would hand her power away just like that, but she supposed it was her birthright, her father's throne, it just all seemed to real. Emilia walked down to the wing of the castle where herself, her sisters, and Sophia were staying. She stuck close to Fernand's side, it was a comfort what he had said to her before and him being there now. She reluctantly handed Seraphine over to her nanny. She pushed the door open to her own chambers inviting Fernand in.
She poured two cups of wine handing one to him, sitting before the fire. "I knew one day my father's throne would be thrown at me. But I expected us to be married long before it happened." Emilia took a sip from her wine, she didn't drink often if she drank anything at all, but now seemed to be a good time to drink. "While my mother taught me to be cold, my father taught me to choose love. Be happy, he used to say, let yourself, love. I wanted him to teach my children that. He always spoke about meeting his grandchildren..." A few tears escaped from Emilia's eyes, her mother had just declared her reigning monarch, and she was sitting in her room sulking, drinking wine, and thinking about what would never be.
"As soon as word spreads to the diplomats and advisors, they are going to swarm us. Get on the good side of the new monarchs, since you will immediately be crowned King of England once you marry me." Emilia poured herself another cup of wine. "I don't usually drink, hate it actually, but I hope I am drunk before they find out my fathers dying." Emilia was worried Fernand wouldn't love this side of her, her dark side, but then she wasn't sure if he loved the side everyone else sees, did it really matter? They would be married either way.