Always Daydreaming: Okay well I changed the last paragraph in Chapter 2. I got rid of the part where cough a sentence I wasn't suppose to put in. And what I replaced it with is not important because you'll read it in the first paragraph of this chapter. Please review my story and hopefully you enjoy it and keep reading.

Chapter 3

He lifted his gaze a little more towards the sight of their hands. He starred at her small boney hand. His hand tan and muscular twice the size of hers tingled that caused his arm to twitch. And with that twitch he lifted his gaze into her sea green eyes that made his heart skip a beat.

Emily was startled. He wore a pitch black mask that covered part of his eyebrows to the bottom of his check bones. His cloak covered his hair and the shadows covered his eyes. The girl kept kneeling and listing all the reasons why he would be wearing a mask. Finally her curiosity really wanted to know. With confidence she asked "Why do you stranger wear a mask?"

The man quickly tore away his gaze from the princess and onto the marbled floor. "I where a mask because His Highness said 'it would be best if you acted like me; then she could see how I really am but through the eyes of another'. And in my case I wear this mask to remind me that I am not to act like myself but only as prince Emory".

Emily stared and stared at the cloaked man; it made sense a little but not quite a lot. Something still felt strange about his answer. Breaking the long awkward silence the queen said "Excuse me young man you must give us a name that we can address you by before you retire to your room" The young man gradually rose from the ground without lifting his head and said "You may call me by Amon". (A/N: Sound's weird but when I read his name Amon. I say it as Eh-mon)

Emily took his hand and slowly led him to the door. As they got out she spoke "Great guess we're stuck together! I'll show you to the guestroom next to mine then I don't have to walk back and forth between different towers". As they walked down the hallway there was only silence. The only thing you could here was Amon's cloak dragging on the floor. Emily was uncomfortable with the silence. She knew Amon was watching her from behind.

Finally they reached the guestroom. As she opened the door she went in first. And the first thing you saw was the bed. Just like her room you could see the ocean out of the window. A long wooden table with two chairs on both ends in the left hand corner. One picture of a cherry blossom tree hanging on the right side of the wall the bed was against. There on the wall straight across the bed was the mirror. And right next to it was a Chinese wooden dresser with a dragon going across the doors.

"So this is my room is it? I actually have noble blood. So this will do fine." He said standing there under his cloak. There was a long awkward silence between them as they both gazed looking out from the window. Emily didn't know what to do, and then she got fed up and walked slowly towards the door. Amon turned around as Emily turned the door knob. The girl turned around hoping he didn't hear the door knob click but she was wrong. He stood there, his eyes stared at her with interest. Emily quickly ran out and slammed the door behind her. Somehow this was going to be a very interesting relationship with Amon.

The next morning Emily and Amon were supposed to have breakfast outside. Emily was in her dress and started to make her way down to the tree next to the courtyard and garden. Her sleepy eyes were halfway open and were barely filled with color. She kept walking down the stairs; the fountain in the garden could be seen from there. Then walking on the grass and to the tree with the wooden swing on it she finally got there.

Amon was late he quickly ran down the stairs with his cloak and mask and black pants. Emily, already seated, watched tiredly as he ran. Soon he finally reached the table. He held onto the chair and breathed heavy gasping for air saying "I'm sorry I'm late! I'm usually early and a morning person but I…I just slept in" Amon fell backwards from exhaustion. Emily sat in her chair staring at the goblet while whatever Amon said went slowly in slow motion in her head. Whatever he was saying stopped in her head shortly after the guards ran up to Amon and assisted him up. Emily still sat like a zombie staring at Amon as he got into his chair.

Finally Amon asked "Are you okay Princess Emily?" One of Emily's maids had the courage to step in and say "Princess Emily is not a morning person. You have to give her half an hour or an hour till she's completely awake". "Oh. Thanks for the information." The maid curtsied and walked back towards the side of the tree bark. Emily's head started racing back to normal as she heard birds chirping. Her eyes were wider and back to normal too.

"How long were you here for?" the girl said. "Half an hour. Are you hungry? I ate little but you were dead so you didn't eat anything. I can ask the maid to get you something fresh if you want?" "That would be wonderful". The same maid brought an omelet and more water. "So I found out one thing for prince Emory. Note: She is not a morning person. Princess Emily is among the dead when she wakes up." "I think you should tell him that most definitely! I'm not a morning person. Everything goes so slowly in my mind. And don't try to talk to me or I'll throw a fit. What about Prince Emory is he a morning person?" "Sometimes. He's not always but sometimes. But I think he's more alive and can actually talk."