"OK, thanks a lot anyways." I smiled at him as he finally left. Of course after pressing the buttons as usual. I felt in every beast, there's still a beautiful part... And Fabian wasn't a beast after all. Is he???...

I smiled at myself, entering the bathroom. Brushed my teeth, took a shower and dressed. Someone might be wondering how come? Well, everything I needed was there even make up, but I don't need it. Do I?

Minutes later...

I was brushing my hair in front of the huge mirror when Emma entered.

"Good morning little Angel!" She greeted

She carried a big black bag, it was quiet heavy the way she dropped it.

"Hi Mrs. Emma, how was your night?" I rushed to her with a hug but her body wasn't strong enough.

"Wasn't as great as yours,I guess?"

She opened the bag and brought out plates.

"Come to the rug, My Lady!" She called as I joined her on the floor.

She served hamburger, lemon cakes and cheese with coffee, pineapple juice and water.

"Hope you like these." She brought up, serving each into different plates and cups. As if I was a princess. A kidnapped princess though. And I swear, I haven't had these in years! Not since my dad's death. My mum probably didn't care about favorite food and all of that, she probably don't cook or she'll get heated. Most of the time, we ate in restaurants bringing home takeaway and leftovers.

"Yes Mrs. Emma, they're my favourite. How do you know?"

"Just guessed." She smiled shyly, signaling me to eat.

My eyes saw her old, shaky hands. It was as if she was feeling feverish I or so.

"And have you eaten this morning, Mrs. Emma?"

"Y..yes, sure! Of course I'd taken breakfast before coming here." She lied. I could read it written all over her face. Instead of laughing or joking about it, I felt pity for her.
She was an old lady who needs nothing but love and care...

I carried a piece of cheese to her mouth. "Eat, Mrs. Emma"

"This food is yours, not mine little Angel. I cooked it and I've had enough this morning." She pushed my hand to my mouth.

"I won't eat if you don't!" I spat.

"And why? Why do you care about an hopeless old, woman like me?" She looked at me almost in tears.

I don't mean to hurt you or be rude, I just want to be your friend. I feel for you and I want to be close to you. Is that too much to ask of you Mrs Emma?"

Tears dropped her red, wrinkled cheek but she quickly wipes it off. Not wanting me to see her tears.

"Even if I'm old enough to be your mother?" She try smile.

"Or grandmother?" I bust into laughter and she laughed along. My be I should call you Grandma," I suggested.

"Don't allow Fabian to know about this new name you've given me okay?" She warned.

"Okay, but only if you eat with me... Please?" I wore that seductive cat look on and guess what?! She fell for it!! Yay, finally!!!

I fed her and she fed me... After eating, she packed the plates into the bag and plaited my hair, she told me little about her childhood.

Emma used to be a princess of a certain town but her father was killed by the head of his army, Alfred Stone, who was Fabians father. Well, he wanted to be king so he took over as second in command, enslaved her mother, Queen Elina. She worked and suffered till her last breath was seized. Then Emma was only 10, she was the only child of her parents. She too was enslaved but luckily, she escaped through the walls and ran to a faraway kingdom. Nobody found her so they thought she had died.

Meanwhile, a poor hunter found her lying unconscious in the forest and decided to takes care of her with his only son, Flynn whom she later got married to. Alfred later found out she wasn't dead after all these years and killed her husband, she was enslaved since then, not knowing where her 3  year old son might be. He might have probably died by now because Alfred's army would never spare his life even for a second. That was where she ended her story until she left.

What's you sons name, ma

"Flynn and I named him charming because he gave us hope that one day, he'll restore the long lost glory that was stolen by Alfred."

"As in prince charming?" I asked.

"Yes, sometimes, I still wishes he was alive to the me back to the castle... But dreams and wishes  are just funny. Right?" She answered my question with a question. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but to blush.

"Yes, so you're Queen Emma?"

"Yes, don't tell Fabian about this... He might be offended even though he already knows."

"Okay, I promise." I hit my hand against my chest to show her I really mean it.

I saw a flash of happiness in her eyes as she  laughed.

"Bye now, I have to wash the plates and attend to others" She muttered as and hugged me and kissed me goodbye carrying the big, black bag along with her but this time, it was light.

I spent the rest of the day reading about 'Cinderella' and wished Mrs. Emma's prince charming would still be alive, somewhere and take her to the castle. It would be her dream come true, I guess.

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