Parting With David And Facing My Wife Duty.

Emily’s POV

The dawn of the day struck me with the light of reality and waking up under the royal roof of the Wales made me long for the appearance of my twin sister sooner than expected.

I could still recall Imelda telling me after her successful career in hockey, she would want to be a dutiful royal wife to the prince. She had craved royalty and she was bent on getting it but ill fate said otherwise.

Her sizable picture was always at the edge of my bed and keeping her marriage was the only sacrifice I owed a twin sister that had given me her all, yes her all in ramifications.

This morning as I dressed up for work , the scar on the right side of my stomach replayed that moment Imelda held my  face in the hospital bed and told me, “I will donate one of my kidneys to you. We don’t need to search any further for an eligible donor.”

Although I fought back tears and dared to fit into this marriage, my eyes reddened with shades of anticipation for Imelda s’ redemption from that coma. I didn’t need to stay back and enjoy the bliss of a newly wedded couple. I wasn’t one.

I didn’t regard myself in the picture of a wife. The other day my mother had visited me and told me the same thing the queen had made me sign.

“Please, Emily, do this for your twin sister. Help her to keep this marriage. Please, there shouldn’t be any record of intimacy.”

Once she said that, she squeezed my fingers as if to make it more meaningful to me, I concurred with a nod and didn’t see the possibility of getting intimate with Prince Reuben.

First, he wasn’t my kind of man; he was slim, not well-built but tall, short-haired and conical-eyed.

This was unlike my boyfriend, David who had an alpha body earned form the gym, long-haired, dash-eyed.

“Hi,” Prince Reuben said to me when we met in the sitting room. I replied and our faces were concealed with frowns as if we were warned to be enemies in this brief marriage.

“Breakfast is served,” he reminded me as the maids dished them out.

I appreciated his concern but told him I was late for work. He accepted with the nod of his head and lowered his gaze to eat with a blank gaze and the corner of his eyes stylishly stealing a glance at me.

When I got outside I noticed a royal carriage, with the nicest charming decoration, was already waiting for me. And in the garage was my car. I didn’t know what plan royalty had today.

As I approached my car, one of the guards bowed to me and restricted me with a nod of disapproval. He told me no royal blood was allowed to drive in a car today, except on permission by the prince or the queen.

All possible means to stop him proved abortive. When my protest intensified, Prince Reuben stepped out and brought me to order.

“That is the law guarding the palace every Wednesday, Emily. As a royal wife and a princess you must drive in a carriage today,” he intoned, with shades of contagious smile on his face.

“But I am not one. I am only substituting for my sister, so I should be allowed to live ,my normal life,” I argued.

“On the contrary, Emily you are my wife, the princess and must be treated as one until your sister wakes from the coma. Hence forth, you don’t have a normal life, Emily,” he bickered.

Although, I obeyed , my face hardened as I stepped into the carriage. First, the perfect definition of intimacy that occurred to me was seeing myself as his wife and the princess, so I avoided it, and taking orders from a man that has been overfed with power.

A skyscraper loomed on as the carriage approached; that was Wales Commercial Bank, and I was the manager. From my spot, I could see the well-built figure staring out through the window. That was David, my phenomenal boyfriend. He was the general manager.

The impromptu wedding had happened when he was on a symposium in Scotland. He didn’t return my calls. He didn’t reply my messages either, but I owed him an apology. Obviously, he burned with anger.

As soon as he heard the knocking of my heels on the floor, he came out of his office, fury peeling from his face.

“Good morning Princess Emily,” he greeted but with the intention of mockery.

“I am sorry sweetie, but we need to talk,” I paused to stare at him with the guilt of an offender

“We are already talking,” he grinned sourly and narrowed his gaze at me when I stepped into my office and left the door open for him to enter.

“My twin sister is in a coma. You must have heard about it on the news…”

“Imelda being in a coma is no news,” his harsh tone banged at me than any bullet of war.

“Excuse me,” I replied and saw the fury that clouded his eyes.

“Your twin sister is in coma and you are substitute for her, the chosen wife and princess to Prince Reuben, your dream life come true.”

“Stop this David,” I snapped and hesitated to pour my anger on him, “The only thing I owe you is apology, even when you owe me one for not picking my calls. I am sorry things have to go this way but I am still your girlfriend. I am just a substitute wife and nothing more…”

He scoffed, “You must be kidding me, Prince …eess Emily ,” he stressed the syllables mockingly and continued,  “You must be a fool for thinking you can be his wife without any form of intimacy . Have you forgotten your weakness? Only God knows if you have not been cheating on me with him when he dated your sister.”

“David?” I howled and broke down in tears.

He clenched his jaw, “We have dated for seven years, Emily, let me remind you that you have a choice to make. You will return to the Wales’ palace and withdraw your interest in the substitute wife or we call it a quit. You have twenty four hours.”

“David! David!” I called as he walked out on me, banging the door.