I am the Queen

Back in Burberry, Evangeline didn't have time to think. All she knew was that she needed to put that person in a jail as soon as possible. The more time passed, the more her stomach lurched. And her skin crawled at the thought that that person was roaming around free while her mother was rotting in the dirt.

She opened the door of their room and stopped when she saw Eric unpacking his clothes from his backpack. Both of them were shocked to see each other under unexpected circumstances.

Evangeline thought that no one was home, and Eric thought that Evangeline was still in BlackPine. None of them were ready to face each other, and both caught their tongue in surprise.

Evangeline forgot all about her mother, and the grim on her face was replaced by surprise.

"Eric."

"Eve."

They said at the same time.

". . ."

". . ."

"Eric I––" Evangeline attempted to walked towards Eric but halted by his hand, signaling her to stop.

"Before we start this conversation. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry . . . for not hearing you out and for taking this long to face you. I just . . ."

Eric's eyes looked down for a brief second and sighed. "I'm just in love with you so much, and I . . ." he then looked into Evangeline's eyes. "I don't think I could live without you anymore. I'm sorry for my lack of expression until now."

Evangeline blinked so many times, but the tears just continued brimming in her eyes. She ran into Eric's arms and hugged him tightly.

"What are you saying? It's me who should be sorry. I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you. I just thought that . . . you'll be okay with it . . . That you'll just come with me to Paris. But now that I know better . . . it's fine. I won't go anymore."

Eric wiped Evangeline's tears and focused on her eyes. The beauty of her eyes that even the galaxy couldn't hope to compete.

"Go . . . You wanted to go, right?"

". . ."

". . . I . . ." Tears shook Evangeline's vision before they fell freely on her cheeks as she nodded.

"I just . . . When I'm styling, all the distractions disappear—all the problems. And I felt that I like doing it. Because it's fun, and I wanted to continue doing it. I even started to dream of having my studio. With it, I saw the world clearly, and it's different from what I imagined. And I got expelled . . . so . . ."

Eric laughed a little at Evangeline's disorganized explanation. But he understood. She finally found something that she wanted to do. Her passion. Passion turned her eyes into jewels of purest amethyst, and he knew that she would go no matter what. That she would cling to her dream with a passion. Passion that made her beautiful.

Evangeline wiped her tears and looked into Eric's silver poles. "And it's not just that . . . I have come to depend on you too much, and it scares me. There are times that I wanted to distance myself from you. Not get attached to you too much. But know that it was never because of you. I love you as much as you love me. But I must overcome my past . . . by myself or else I will always need you to keep me calm. I love you too much to do that to you. I feel like me having something that I wanted to do would help me mature. Evolve into someone that could give love freely and completely. So . . . while I wait for you in Paris for you to finish your contract, right here, right now . . . let's get married."

Eric blinked. He didn't know what feeling he should be feeling. Happy and sad for her, at the same time, surprised that she seemed to know about everything now.

"Eve . . ."

As Eric gathered his thoughts, Evangeline ran to her pursed and grabbed some papers before she rushed to Eric again. She then plastered the documents right in front of his face.

"This is a marriage application. All we have to do is sign the papers and poof. We're married!"

". . ." Eric stifled a laugh as he shook his head. "Let's calm down for a moment."

He led Evangeline to sit on the bed while he kneeled on the floor. "I'm a bit upset that you beat me to it but . . . I think we're on the same page."

He pulled a box in his pocket and stared into her eyes. "Evangeline Heart, will you marry me?"

". . ."

Evangeline covered her mouth when sobs broke free from the lump in her throat. She jumped into Eric's arms and hugged him tightly. "Yes! Yes, I will!"

Rubbing her back to calm her down, Eric smiled.

"You know about me?" he asked after a moment.

Evangeline pulled away a little and cupped Eric's face. "Don't underestimate me. Even though I got expelled, I'm still a genius. Of course, I had it all figured out."

She wouldn't say that it was all because of Alvaro's help.

"Why didn't you tell me that you're a Frizkiel?"

Eric closed his eyes for a moment. A smile never left his face. Instead of answering, he showed the side of his ear that was covered with his hair. "There is a chip embedded into our brains. If we tell anything about the Frizkiel, it will send a signal to the main family, and I'll be disqualified."

Evangeline thought for a moment. "So it's fine as long as I'm the one who figures it out?"

Eric nodded. "As long as I don't explain about the Frizkiel to you and about myself, it's all good."

Then Eric's face became serious. "I hope that . . . this information wouldn't change anything between us."

Evangeline blinked before she smirked. "What part of I am the Queen do you not understand, Eric? I don't care if you own an entire country, nor your riches were vast as the oceans. There can only be one Queen for you. And that is me."

". . ." Eric laughed and kissed Evangeline on the lips. "Yes, my Queen."

He then kissed her again before he pulled away a little. Looking into her eyes for a moment, he licked her lips before he captured them with his, kissing her deeper and deeper.

"I miss you," Eric murmured.

"I miss you more," Evangeline whispered back as her hands circled his neck, pulling him on top of her, and they both fell onto the bed.