IMPERFECT Princess

Emily's POV "I guess it's true what they say about women with pretty faces: they're damaged goods in disguise." He peeled off the bed and threw his T-shirt over his exposed chest. "David, you don't have to leave like this," I pleaded, but I actually wanted him to leave. "Nah, it's all good Emily. I'm going to be fine. I wish you a happy life, and I hope you find what it is you're REALLY looking for." He left the room and shut the door with a very loud slam, which made my heart leap. I did it again. I chased away yet another guy because I couldn't find what I was looking for in him. Of course I wouldn't find it. I wasn't looking for something, I was actually looking for someone.I slowly walked out to the balcony and stared out at the horizon. A feeling of a pound of tears lingered on my chest like crashing waves. My breathing hitched while my blood ran cold throughout my entire body. 

Emily's POV "Are you shitting me?" Gen asked rhetorically as she threw herself face down in my bed in my hotel room, worn out from exhaustion. "I can't believe Sebastian is a prince," I finally spoke while staring at my reflection from a wine glass. I poured myself another drink. I was having one hell of a day. First, I had to put an abrupt end to my hotel project then I found out my ex-boyfriend was the Prince of Conovia and I was summoned by him and his father about the rights of the land.I downed three glasses of wine— one after the other. "At least share with me as well! I'm having a bad day too!" Gen snatched the bottle out my hand. "No! Give it here Gen! Give it here!" I squealed and a competition to tug-of-war broke out. A sudden knock came at the door, putting an end to the battle of the wine. I got off the bed, straightened my clothes and opened the door slightly to reveal one of the hotel's rece

Sebastian's POV Her sweet scent lingered around me. When she pulled away and I stared into her deep grey pair of eyes, I wanted to get lost in them. I wanted to wake up to them every morning for the rest of my life. I exhaled sharply as I remembered the message I received from my father.In order to take over my father's position in the court as king, I would have to marry someone, and my father thought it would be appropriate to marry someone already of royalty. Princess Naomi was from a neighboring country and was raised by her parents King Leon, III and Queen Emeralda. King Leon was cold-hearted and his people feared him. He made enemies wherever he went and that was one of the causes of his untimely assassination five years ago. The news was devastating to the Three Kingdoms, so the Queen of England advised my father that the next king of his court should marry the Princess of Scots to form an alliance and a much more united kingdom before the thron

Emily's POV"He's getting MARRIED TO SOMEONE ELSE?" Gen asked, her last words ringing out. We were back at the hotel in my bedroom, and I was sobbing like a child who didn't get their way. Gen came over and wrapped her arms around me. "It's going to be okay Em.""H-How?" I cried. "Maybe... maybe he won't get married. Maybe he'll put you first and call off the wedding.""I don't think he'll do that Gen. His responsibility isn't to me anymore. It's to his father and his country. He won't give up the throne for me."I sat up and stared out the window, facing the now dark ocean. I felt hurt, but I had no reason to be angry at Sebastian for the way I was feeling. We were just rekindling a bond that had been broken almost ten years ago. I had no say in his life and his choices. My phone rang. I answered without looking at the screen."Why did you run off Emily? You didn't even give me a chance to explain things

Emily's POVI rose slowly— the maid's eyes growing wider and wider as I stood up— and faced her with my eyes still watered. "I'm getting the guards." She dropped her cleaning supplies to make a dash for the door but I was quick in stopping her. "Please don't. He knows I'm here. I don't want to get him into trouble," I begged."Who are you?""My name is Emily. Emily Hollen. Sebastian and I are...togeth— we're frie—" I was tongue tied as I remembered the reason I was crying. Apparently, the maid saw my defeat and came over and wrapped me in a small hug without saying another word. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks again and I attempted to pull myself together. Shortly after, the maid left and locked the door after her. I was alone again and, in my head, I was thinking about how to fight with Sebastian when he got back. "You son of a bitch! No, that's too over the top. You bastard! No. I can't be so disrespe