Holy Cow... It's been a while. I'm not going to go into everything that has been going on because we would be here all day. Long story short, I was in a writing slump and I'm still trying to work my way out of it but I've been pushing through because I have big things planned but I want to get into more of the story before they happen... If you guys have any ideas of somethings that might be cool or something that you want to see, I can try and work them into the story if you would like. Anyways, I know I say this every time but I am really working to write quality chapters for you guys and have them be up in a timely manner! I posted chapter six a few days ago, I'm not sure if the notification was sent out but if you haven't read chapter six, I would read that before reading this... :) Ok without further ado, here is chapter 7!


October 30th – Emma


I've been waiting and waiting and waiting to hear my phone ring and tell me that she's either gone or she woke up. She's been in a coma for three weeks and I'm getting worried because I don't know what I would do without my best friend.

Jarsen has been over a lot to make sure that I'm ok. He always tries to get me out of the apartment and out of my slump, but I don't think I can. I'm grateful for his help because I have no idea what I would do without him. He is my rock, my shoulder to cry on, and he is always there.

Knock knock.

I get up from the couch, turn off the TV, and walk over to the door. As I'm walking, I pull my robe up from around my waist and I slide it over my arms and onto my shoulders. I tie the fleece band around my waist and drag my feet on the floor. Looking into the peep hole, I can see Jarsen standing there with a box of takeout food. I smile to myself and wipe away any tear or eye booger that may be on my face.

I open the door and I look into his green eyes and I smile.

"Hey," I say meekly.

He smiles down at me and kisses the top of my head. I lean into the gesture and savor the moment.

He moves away and says, "Hey baby. Can I come in?"

I nod and he walks in the door. His footsteps clear and determined. He sets the takeout boxes on the counter and turns around and leans against it. I close the door and drag my feet over to where he is. I lean against him and I snake my arms around his waist and nuzzle my head into his chest.

When I was growing up, I was always self-conscious of my height. I was afraid that people wouldn't take me seriously because I always looked like I was walking on stilts. My mom always said that the most powerful women in the world were tall and I had to embrace my height and learn to love it. Not only was I afraid of people thinking that I looked like a giraffe, I was afraid that I wouldn't find someone that loved me and was as tall or taller than me.

Throughout the many generations that the Schreave family has been on the throne, the kings have always been taller than the queens. I'm not sure if it's because of the selection process and the kings chose the smaller women to make them look taller; but no matter what, they always were the tallest in the portraits.

When my dad told me that I was going to been queen, that was my greatest fear: being the first woman to inherit the throne as well as having a king that is shorter than me. Thankfully, Jarsen is 6'4" so I think that I'm in the clear.

"Emma?" Jarsen asks, rubbing up and down my back with his hands.

When I try to pull my head up, it seems to want to resist. Jarsen smells like pine and his arms feel so strong around me; the possibility of letting him go is completely impossible.

To make sure he knows that I'm coherent, I mumble into his chest.

I can feel the intermittent rise and fall of his chest as he chuckles to himself, "When was the last time you ate?"

This time I tell myself to lift my head off his chest and my eyes start to water, "I don't remember," I whisper, almost too softly to hear.

The past three weeks have been hell. I have been sleeping more and more and eating less and less. My energy levels have gone down so much, I just don't have any motivation to put food into my body. All I do is wake up, shower, go to class, come home, sleep, go to my next class, come home, sleep… It's a vicious cycle.

I used to be an average sized female… I had places here and there that I would change, but I was never too overweight or too underweight. During the weeks that Isabella has been in a coma, it's like I've been in a coma too. My height is 6' and I was close to 200 pounds of muscle when I was healthy. Now I'm down to 140 pounds because I don't eat.

Jarsen looks me in the eyes and I can see the glistening in his. He wipes away one stray tear that fell down my cheek.

"I hate seeing you like this," He whispers. "I hate seeing you in so much pain, so weak. Emma it breaks my heart." His glistening eyes turn to welling up. "You know how much I care about you."

I nod and look at the ground, "I'm sorry…" My words trail off.

Jarsen places his forefinger under my chin and lifts my head up, "Don't be sorry," He continues to whisper, "I wouldn't be ok if I was in your situation. Emma, I just want you to be healthy and strong. That doesn't mean that you can't have emotion. Asking you to not love the people and the things around you would be like asking you to erase the things that make you, you. Baby, when I look in your eyes, I see a fire of passion and selflessness that takes my breath away. When I see you smile, the world stops and it's just you and me; no matter what is going on around us, it's only you and only me. I want you to love and I want you to live… But I just want you to be happy."

He pulls me into another hug and the silent tears stream down my face. I surrender into his strong and gentle embrace. I remember the day that I met him, I was so sure that he was going to be a bump in the road and I would eventually find Alex. The more time that Jarsen is mine, the more I forget about my dream. When I see Alex happy with Reagan, it makes me think that dreams are fun to have, but in reality there can be things that are so much better.

I still remember the night in my dream when I asked Alex to marry me. I was talking about Greek Mythology and I told him that we were one heart that was cut into two pieces. I told him that he was my other half, and he said that I was his missing piece.

I remember when I stopped writing the letters to him. I thought that writing to him would keep my love for him burning until I could love him outwardly. The day I stopped was the day that I decided that in time it may happen or in time it may not. I still have that shoe box though… I still have all the memories.

I remember the day when I went on my first date with Jarsen, he took me to a restaurant and we ate hamburgers and french fries. He said that he was happy to date a girl who would order a hamburger over salad. We laughed, we talked, we flirted, and we ate. He then took me to a lake and we sat on a pier and dangled our feet over the water and we watched the stars. I remember telling him how crazy it is that we are looking at the same night sky that my parents are looking at across the country. He told me that it makes the world seem smaller and less daunting. We talked about our dreams and we talked about our fears…

"You can't be afraid of anything," he said with a smile, "You know things about this country that no one else knows. I don't see how you can be afraid."

I chuckled, "My biggest fear isn't physical or national… It's – It's, uh, actually quite embarrassing." I looked over at him and saw that he was looking at me. I smiled at him and I kept talking. "My biggest fear is not being able to have my dream come true."

He asked, "What is your dream?"

I turned my head back to the sky and said, "It most definitely won't come true if I tell you."

I lift my head off of Jarsen's chest and I get a waft of the takeout food he brought: Tomato Soup and Grilled Cheese.

I smile up at him and say, "Can we eat?"

He throws his head back in laughter and says, "Of course, baby."


Finals are right around the corner and I'm swimming in work and reviews. Currently I am a part of seven study groups, three projects, and two group chats of review questions.

My head is filled with political terms and laws that I already know… I have no reason why I am freaking out over all of these tests.

The Western Civilization test was super easy. All I had to do is write a paper about how the industrial revolution impacted the relationships between the European nations in the 19th century.

For my political major, I have to take a series of tests and then I have to debate against my classmates as if I was an actual lawyer. I hope that none of them just bomb the grade because of my title. To be honest, I would rather debate against the teacher so that there would be no bias. Unfortunately, this is college and everyone has to be 'professional' and since I'm the princess I can't have any special treatment.

In the midst of all of these exams, there is one light at the end of the tunnel. I'm really excited because break is coming up and that means that I get to spend time with my family. We decided to go to the Royal Winter Cottage so that we could go skiing. My parents are letting me bring Luna, Marissa, Reagan, Jarsen, Alex, Sam, and Zander.

Last week Sam asked Marissa to be his girlfriend. They have been talking forever but Sam always had reservations because of his brother. Apparently the two were attached at the hip but something happened and Sam left. I think it had to do with Sam and Dean's dad but I'm not sure. Usually, Sam would take off for days at a time to work with Dean but now he said that he's staying in school and he's going to sleep on Alex's couch for a few days until he can either get a dorm or an apartment. Marissa was ecstatic when she heard this because it meant that they could finally date.

Zander and Luna have been dating forever. They were a thing before I got to ASU. I think that they were made for each other because Luna is so outgoing and Zander is the same way. They both are head over heels in love and to be honest, I can't wait to see Zander on the ski hill because he is so clumsy on the ground itself.


I'm walking out of my apartment and I see Sam walking out of Alex's.

"Say Sam," I say with a smile.

He turns around and smirks at me, "Hi, Emma."

We walk down the hallway and I say, "Where are you going?"

He smiles as says, "I have a law exam soon, I wanted to get the library to study for a bit."

I nod my head, "I'm on my way to Calc… Ugh I don't know why political majors are required to have at least Calc 2 but I hate it."

We start laughing as we step into the elevator.

"I bet it feels nice to know that you have a secure spot at ASU now," I say.

Sam's face drops a little bit and he shrugs his shoulders, "Yeah, I guess."

I look up at him, "Sam, what's up?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing, Emma… it's nothing."

"Sam, you can tell me. I'm your friend. I introduced you to your girlfriend, and I showed you into the guys group that Alex and Jarsen are in. You can tell me anything."

He sighs, "Emma, this is one thing that I can't."

"Why not." I press.

"Because… It's – uh.. Because you wouldn't understand Emma!" He snaps.

The elevator opens but before Sam can get out I press all the buttons and the doors close.

"You're an idiot." Sam hisses, "Emma, somethings are personal. Just because you're the princess and all doesn't mean I have to tell you my life story."

I soften my gaze even though inside I want to scream at him, "Sam. You always do this. You bottle your feelings up and expect them to just go away but they never do. You have to bury the hatchet on things let go. I don't know what is going on with your family life—"

"It's my dad." He says, cutting me off.

I stay silent because he looks like he wants to talk more.

"My mom died when I was a baby, I don't remember her at all, so I was raised by my dad and Dean. We traveled all around the country hunting for a living. We didn't have a home, we just lived in my dad impala for God knows how long. I switched schools almost every week to two weeks until one day, dad sent us off to live with one of his friends named Bobby. Bobby was stationary and he took care of us while dad was away. During that time, I was able to go to the same school for a while. I decided that I wanted to apply for college but when dad heard, he was furious. He always wanted me to join him and Dean in the family business but I hated it. Ever since, he and Dean have been on my case to go off with them and hunt, I always went for a few days and then I found a way out and I came back. A couple weeks ago, dad died…" He trails off, "I talked to Dean and he said that I should go to college because that's where I'm happy."

He looks at me and says, "That's what's wrong. It was all my dad's fault."

I smile, "Sam, it may look like it's your dad's fault, but ultimately he did the right thing. If he hadn't pushed you into the family business, you wouldn't have wanted to get out so badly. If you had a choice in the first place, you might have joined him and Dean on the road. You can't blame your dad for everything… But on the Brightside, you're right where you want to be, so everything is good right?"

He chuckles to himself, "Yeah, yeah I guess."

The elevator doors open and he starts to walk away, but he turns around and says, "Hey, if the whole 'princess thing' doesn't work out, then you should consider counseling. I think you'd be great at it."

I laugh as he walks away. Sam's a good kid, he was one of my first friends when I got here so he means a lot to me. I think that his past is so interesting because I have no idea what I would do without my mom. It doesn't seem possible that someone with such a good head on his shoulders could be so troubled and distraught. I think that Sam is going to do great things and I can't wait to see him succeed. I think that I might make him one of my advisors once I become queen because he deserves so many great things


The Calc exam was torture, but then again, what math exam is a good one? I hope I did well because I need a B or above to get credit for the class and I most definitely do not want to take this course again. Right now I have a 92% so I hope that I did well enough that It doesn't drop my grade down twelve points, but who knows.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, I grab it and I look at the message icon on the screen.

New Message: Alex P.

Hey Emma, I need your help

can you come to the dining room

by Clarkson Hall?

I text him back saying that I'll be there in five. I hope everything's alright. Alex usually never texts so vaguely...

I meet him in the dining hall and he has a huge smile on his face when I see him

"Emma!" Alex exclaims, he stands up and walks over towards me.

"What's going on? You never text that vaguely, is everything ok?" I ask worriedly as he wraps me in a hug.

He starts laughing and pulls away, "I am so glad you're here!"

Before I can get another word out he walks over to the table that he was sitting at. About halfway to the table, he stops and motions for me to follow him. We walk over to the table and we sit down.

"Ok, you're really creeping me out, Alex. What is going on?" I say rubbing my hands together.

He starts laughing, "Ok, so Reagan and I are about to celebrate our two-year anniversary. I need your help to figure out what I should get her."

I stare at him for the longest time.

"You scared the living daylights out of me with your text and the way that you were acting. I thought that something was really wrong… That's all you wanted to say?"

He just sits there smiling like an idiot, "Yeah."

I shake my head and hit him playfully on the arm, "I freaking hate you."

He throws his head back and laughs, "I know"