32 REIGN OF EMILIA- Ground swallow her whole.

Previously...

"It is nothing, really. I will handle it." Emilia does her best to avoid her mother's question. "Wie auch immer. Wir haben hier dringendere Angelegenheiten zu erledigen. Ich habe gehört, dass Carlyle der Mund verrutscht ist. Vielleicht hat er vergessen, wem er dient."

[TRANSLATE GERMAN- Anyways. We have more pressing matters at hand here. I heard Carlyle's mouth has been slipping. Maybe he has forgotten who he serves. Let us go teach him, shall we?]

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Present...

"Eure Hoheit. Herzogin. Bitte verzeih mir. Ich verspreche es wird nicht wieder vorkommen. Bitte." Carlyle pleads, on his knees.

[TRANSLATE GERMAN- Your Highness. Duchess. Please forgive me. I promise it won't happen again. please]

"Carlyle, Carlyle, Carlyle. Du bittest um Vergebung, hast dich aber immer noch nicht entschuldigt." Emilia cuts in.

[TRANSLATE GERMAN- Carlyle, Carlyle, Carlyle. You ask to be forgiven yet you still have not apologized.] before Carlyle could respond, she cut him off.

"Lass mich dich etwas fragen. Hast du eine Ahnung, in was für eine Situation du mich gebracht hast? In welche Art von Situationen bringen Sie uns...?" Emilia questions, motioning between her and Abigail. [TRANSLATE GERMAN- Let me ask you something. Do you have any idea, what type of situation you put me in? What type of situations you put us...in?] Again, she cut him off before he could speak.

"Wie auch immer. Es kümmert mich nicht." Emilia then turns to commander Wagner and gives him a slight noajd, before leaving the room with Abigail. Within seconds, Carlyle was on the floor, gasping for air, but chokes on his own blood, gushing out from the slit on his throat.

[TRANSLATE GERMAN- Whatever. I do not care.]

•••

"Capo. Abbiamo appena saputo che Carlyle è morta." Blaine informs. Ace was now at a mafia house he owns in Switz.

[Boss. We just got word that Carlyle is dead.]

"Morto? Come mai? Pensavo avesse detto che avrebbe potuto avere delle informazioni che mi piacerebbe sentire."

[Dead? How come? I thought he said he might have some info I would like to hear.]

"Si dice che abbia fatto incazzare la famiglia reale." Blaine explains, peaking Ace's interest.[TRANSLATE ITALIAN- Rumor has it, he pissed off the royal family.]

Ace sits up in his chair. "La famiglia reale? Come mai?" [The royal family? How come?]

Blaine shrugs. "Don't know. My theory is that, whatever information he wanted to sell to us, is something the Royal family would prefer people not, knowing about. Everyone who he's sold the information to us already dead, sir."

Ace was surprised. "So the royal family took him out. Well then, we can't afford to be a target of the royal f*cking family now, can we? Everyone has their secrets. Se si sta andando a costare me i miei uomini, allora io non sono interessato a conoscere loro di." [If it is going to cost me my men, then I'm not interested in knowing their's.]

"Besides. Don't we have an alliance with the European royal family?" As soon as Blaine says that, it was like a light switch clicked in Ace's brain.

"Blaine you f*cking genius. Andiamo." [Let's go]

•••

"Well that was easy " Emilia sighs as she plops down on her bed in the palace.

"Tell me about it. It was so boring." Abigail says plopping down beside her.

"So when are you guys planning on leaving?" Alexander asks, taking a seat on Emilia's armchair.

"Trying to get rid of us already, brother?" Emilia asks.

"Nein. The opposite actually. The longer you stay, the less things I have to do." Alex states.

Emilia's giggles and buries her head into her pillow. Seconds later, she abruptly gets up.

"Wer hat Lust auf Fechten?" [Who is up for some fencing?]

An hour later, the three were all passed out in Emilia's room. Emilia on the bed, Abigail had rolled off the bed and was now on the floor, and Alex slept soundly in Em's couch.

•••

Manhattan. NYC

"Has anyone seen Ace? I have been trying to call his since yesterday but he won't pick up." James questions.

"Have you tried the warehouse?" Alec asks.

"Another thing you guys have failed to tell Em." Levie speaks up.

"When since you've gotten so close to her?" James asks. "I thought you guys were like worst enemies or something. After Bethany, that is."

"Exactly, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Besides, she's actually really cool." Levie says, before muttering: "Not to mention cute." No one was meant to hear, but they did, and everyone fell into deep silence.

"Wait a minute. Do you...like her?" Noah chirps in.

"What? no-"

"He totally likes her." Michael interrupts, turning away from the tv.

"I don't like-"

"Dude, you can't like her. Are you out of your mind? She's Ace's girl." James warns.

"Looks like someone's got a death wish." Alec chuckles.

"Guys, would you shut up!? I don't like her. Not like that anyway. Can't a guy call a girl cute?" Levie defends.

"Yeah, but not his friend's girlfriend. Levie, don't forget who the f*ck Ace is, man." Michael warns.

"I don't like his fu*king girl, okay? So shut the f*ck up?" Was Levie's response.

He says he doesn't have feeling for her, but deep deep deep, very deep, deep down, he knows that he does.

•••

"Ugh, it's so boring without Em and Abbie here." McKenna plops down on James couch an hour later.

"What are you guys even doing in my house?" James questions.

"What do you mean? The front door was unlocked" Hannah says.

"That doesn't mean-"

"Ooh, I smell spaghetti." Hailey smiles enthusiastically, making her way to the kitchen.

"I'll ask again. What the hell are you girls doing in my house?" James asks restlessly.

"Hey James. Where do you keep your t shirts? My outfit is super uncomfy." McKenna questions as she makes her way up the stairs, no doubt to rummage through James chest of drawers.

"You know what? I give up. Make yourselves at home."

•••

"Your Highness. Your Highness."

Emilia was awoken by the sound of the head maid Juanita.

"Juanita. Ist etwas los?" [Is something the matter?] Emilia asks curiously.

"Eure Hoheit. Ich wurde von deiner Mutter geschickt, um dir mitzuteilen, dass in Kürze Besucher hier sein werden." Juanita informs. [Your Highness. I was sent by your mother to inform you that there will be visitors here shortly]

"Visitors? May I ask who it is?" Emilia sits up on her bed, realizing the positions Alex and Abigail were in.

"I do not know for sure. What I do know is that they are in an alliance with this kingdom."

"Is that so? Well then...Wir machen uns besser frisch. Thank you Juanita. [We better get freshened up.] Emilia says, getting up out of her bed, as Juanita left.

Just to be clear, alliance, meant it was a member of a neighboring crime family whom they were close with.

"Abigail, get up." Emilia attempts to wake Abigail but fails. Once she realizes that Abigail won't wake that easily, she smirks before muttering: "Dinner is ready." You guessed it, as soon as she says that, Abigail's eyes immediately pop open. "Let's go. We have visitors."

"So no food?"

Emilia did not respond, instead she just chuckled before calling out to a fast asleep Alex. "Alexander. Wenn Sie nicht in fünf Sekunden aufstehen, verspreche ich Ihnen, dass Sie Ihre Harry-Potter-Sammlung nie wieder sehen werden." Alex immediately woke up, looking like a mother dragon ready to protect her eggs.

[If you do not get up in five seconds, I promise you will never see your Harry Potter collection ever again.]

"Hold your horses cowboy. I will not touch your precious collection. We have visitors, get ready."

Half an hour later, Emilia and the others head towards the hall.

"Your Magesty, how are you doing." A very manly and all to familiar voice asks.

"I am fine. You know, the last time I saw you, you were barely walking. Look at you now. Traveling all this way to see me. Queen Isabella says.

"I wonder who it is" Alex mutters.

"I wish it was by different circumstances, but I actually need your help to find someone."

The more the person spoke, the more Emilia recognized the voice and slows down.

"Oh, there you are. It has been years, so I do not think you remember my daughter, Amanda." The queen introduces, just in time for Emilia to enter the hall.

The young man lifts his head and sure enough, Emilia suspicions were accurate. Her heart started racing and she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

The guy on the other hand didn't know how to comprehend. The same person he came all this way to look for, was now standing before him. Not in her usual baggy sweats, but in a casual, off the shoulder dress and flats. She looks like the most innocent soul. He wondered if his mind was playing tricks, or this person just happened to be her long lost twin.

"Em?"

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Next week...

Emilia immediately sat up in her bed, only to realize it wasn't her bed, and the person laying asleep beside her was not at all Abigail, but instead...