Emily

A two black sleek Maybach rode into a luxurious compound, and as soon as it stopped; the door was opened by the chauffeur and a leg adorned with a shiny black Armani shoe stepped out. The figure took in a deep breath, looking around his familiar surrounding that he hadn't been for a while. This was his home, where he grew up and where his family lived.

The chauffeur closed the door behind him and walked with him as they took the first sets of steps to the huge door. There were several maids lining up at the door entrance waiting for him with their heads bowed.

"Welcome, crown prince." They chorused. He just gave a curt nod before going inside, the inside of the palace was more beautifully decorated than the outside, but having stayed there for years, Williams didn't grovel or look around the lushed decorated hall, he didn't say any other thing but walked to the stairs.

"Seriously Williams, you just came in, and you don't have the decency to come greet your grandma!" He stopped immediately he heard the familiar voice, he rolled his eyes at her antics before coming back downstairs.

"Hey granny, I've missed you so much." He pulled her into a hug, and she ruffled his hair.

He pulled quickly and groaned, almost glaring at his grandma, who had a 'What did I do' face.

"Grandma you can't keep doing this to me, I'm not a kid anymore." He huffed, smoothing his hair with his hand.

"What? You're my baby boy, so I can do whatever I like, whether ruffling your hair or spanking your butts." He immediately covered his butts.

"There's no way I'm letting you spank me grandma, I'm a grown up man for crying out loud." He pouted.

"And someone says he's grown. Look at you, pouting your lips like a three-year-old baby." Grandma teased, chuckling lightly.

"Where are Mum and dad?" He asked liking around if he could catch a glimpse of his father or mother.

"I don't know, maybe royal calls." She shrugged, and Williams let it be. He knows how often his parents always leave the palace, either for some royal duties which he wasn't able to do, or possibly, they went for their hundredth honeymoon.

"Alright granny, I'm heading to my room, I'm tired." He suddenly realized that he was tired, the thirteen-hour flight had taken a toll on him.

"Alright my baby boy, you can go in. When lunch is ready, I'll get your mischievous sister to call you." Williams shook his head, he was lucky he didn't meet her outside or while coming in.

He pecked his grandma's cheeks then moved to his room, taking the stairs.

His sister was one heck of trouble, and as much as he loved her, he didn't want any of her tantrums this morning.

"Williams!" A tiny voice yelled excitedly, and no one needs to tell him who that was.

"Ems." She jumped on his body, and Williams had to maintain his balance before hugging her properly; hence they would fall.

"You don't behave like a princess, Ems, you behave like a roguish girl." He teased, and she snorted.

"Come on, bro, what does being a princess get to do with me hugging my brother." Emily pouted and Williams smiled. Anytime he looked at his sister it was like he was seeing his mum but a miniature version of her, Emily took his mother's long shiny blonde, almost golden hair, her nose, lips and her hazel eyes.

"I'm tired, Ems, can we do this another time? I need some rest before Mum and dad get back." He sighed, already thinking of the workload he needs to do as soon as his parents comes back.

Occasionally he wished he wasn't a prince, he just wanted a normal life where he had no rules, or where he had no reason to plan a war, form an alliance and attend countless balls upon balls. But on the other hand, he enjoyed being a prince because it had to do with power, wealth, and authority.

He looked at his sister the last time before stepping into his room and trusted Emily not to remain behind.

"Tell me, brother, what did you get for me?" She asked, jumping on his bed.

When Williams isn't saying anything, she raised her head up. " I heard you threw a party for your friends, but you didn't deem it fit to have me invited. I could have followed you to the party and had a good time." Williams sighed again, he knew what was coming next.

His sister was the queen of blackmail….emotional blackmail. So without saying anything further, he dipped his hands into his pocket and brought out his wallet.

"Here, Ems, take it. That is my gift to you, you can use it however you want. Can you please leave?" He handed a black card to her and watched as her eyes lit up.

"You are the best brother ever," she jumped down from the bed and hugged him again. "I love you." She pecked his jaw before running out of the room, making Williams to shake his head at her childish behavior. He was older than her by four years, and she behaved like a child, why wouldn't she when she was pampered by her brother, grandma, and parents. Everyone adored her, upon showered with all the affections, wealth, and care anyone would think of she wasn't a brat, well, except every so often. She was easy going and friendly to everyone, including the maids and guards, that sometimes Williams wondered if she wouldn't be taken for granted.

He took a quick shower then stepped out of the bathroom in just a towel, with the other one wiping his hair. He wore a casual clothes then laid on his bed and almost drifted to sleep when his mind went to her. Arianna, a beautiful girl with perverted thoughts and to think that she doesn't have a boyfriend. She was the only girl who threw herself on him, and he still has an interest in knowing her, she was so cute last night, especially when she laughed, bringing out those cute dimples.

'How can I know you more, Arianna?' He whispered to himself, staring at the ceiling. Then an idea came to him, he picked his phone up and put a call across to his P. I (private investigator.)

[N/B : This sign '' means they are chatting or on a phone call]

'My prince.' The voice from the other side said, yawning inaudibly.

'I want you to get an important job done, look for all information about Arianna and report to me before night falls.'

The man froze. What? There are so many Arianna in this world, how was he going to know the one he was referring to.

'But my prin....'

Williams ended the call with a smile, but then he realized that he didn't give him some virtual information about her except her name, and he knows very well she wasn't the only one who bears the name. He cursed under his breath, thinking of how to get her full name or anything that would benefit his PI of getting her faster.

'Send me any information you know about your girl's new friend.' he texted Matthew, but instead of replying, Matthew called instead.

"What's up bro?"

"Send me details of Arianna." He went straight to the point without replying to Matt's greeting.

"Why? Don't tell me that you like her." Matthew

mocked.

Williams groaned. "You better send what I asked for now or else…" he trailed. Matthew gulped nothing down, then clears his throat. There was no way he was getting in this evil prince's bad book.

"Alright, give me a minute." He hanged up while staring at his phone and immediately the message came in, he forwarded it to his P.I.

'Arianna Adolphus, I can't wait to make you mine.' He whispered to himself, then placed his phone on his bedside table before returning to sleep, still thinking of Arianna's smile.