Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 57 A Visit to the Queen

The next day, Emily awoke without Klaus noticing, and as she tried to get out of bed, she immediately felt a sharp pain tearing through her lower body. Her thigh muscles trembled with every step she took.

Emily made her way to the bathroom, where she gazed into the mirror and saw that her neck and arms were covered in strawberry-hued kiss marks from Klaus.

"This tyrant really means every word he says."

Not only had he made it impossible for her to walk, but he had also made it difficult for her to see clearly.

After Emily had washed her face and brushed her teeth, she made her way to the drawing room, where the table was already set with cutlery and breakfast. She glanced at the vintage-style clock on the wall, which read 12 o’clock.

Emily didn’t think she had slept for so long, and perhaps it wasn’t breakfast anymore, but lunch.

As Emily sat down to slowly enjoy her breakfast, the doorbell rang. She went to open the door and found Marx standing outside, dressed in a light gray suit.

"Marx?" She looked at Marx curiously. He rarely dressed so formally, and today he even seemed to have dabbed on some men’s cologne.

"Good morning, Luna," Marx said respectfully, then realizing his mistake, he corrected himself, "Oh, no, it’s Princess Edelweiss."

"It’s fine, just call me Emily."

"Then I’ll call you Emily," Marx said, and proceeded to explain the reason for his visit. "As is customary, today is your first day as a princess. So, you must visit the queen and listen to what she has to teach you."

"Oh, I don’t know the rules." No one had told her about the protocol, and she asked nervously, "Is it too late for me to go?"

"The queen has sent a message for you. She wishes to invite you for afternoon tea with her, at a villa in the suburbs. We’ll leave in half an hour." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

No wonder Marx was dressed so formally today; it turns out she was visiting Queen Mary. Emily wondered if this was her first official visit to the queen and if she should prepare a gift for Her Majesty.

At that moment, Marx seemed to have anticipated Emily’s thoughts, and he said to her, "You don’t need to prepare anything. Everything is taken care of by me."

"Then I’ll be ready in a moment." Emily chose to trust him, so she changed into a modest outfit and set off with Marx.

On their way to the suburban villa, Marx informed Emily of the queen’s preferences, and he had prepared a bottle of Queen Mary’s favorite red wine for Emily to present as a greeting gift.

He then handed Emily a new white mobile phone, explaining that Klaus had given it to her.

"The first thing you should do with your phone, Alpha says, is to call him." As Marx drove, he continued, "The only number stored on this phone is Alpha’s."

"Okay." Emily turned on her phone and noticed that the label for the number was "the best husband," undoubtedly Klaus’s doing.

She reluctantly pressed the dial button, and as the phone rang for the second time, she heard Klaus’s familiar voice on the other end.

"You’re finally up, lover." There was a hint of a smile in Klaus’s voice.

"You didn’t tell me I was going to visit the Queen today," Emily complained.

"If you don’t want to go, I can help you cancel your meeting with Her Majesty," Klaus said.

"No, I don’t want to break the rules," Emily whispered. "If I had known I was visiting the queen today, I wouldn’t have...last night."

"Won’t you do anything with me?" Klaus teased. "If I’m not mistaken, you didn’t want to sleep last night and kept asking me..."

"Klaus," Emily hurriedly interrupted him, her ears already tinged with a slight blush. "Now is not the time for jokes."

"Alright," Klaus chuckled. "I’m meeting with Meiss today, but I’ll wait for you to come back and have dinner with you in the evening."

"Okay."

Emily ended the call, and an hour later, they arrived at Queen Mary’s suburban villa. Nestled amidst lush greenery, the villa resembled a hidden paradise. A wide, private walkway led to an intricately carved gate adorned with gold, exuding both luxury and elegance.

Barely had Marx pulled into the villa’s parking lot when a man who appeared to be a butler approached and held the door open for Emily. The steward, dressed in a neat uniform, looked professional and attentive. He bowed to Emily and escorted her through the villa’s gate.

As she stepped through the door, Emily was awestruck by what she saw. In the vast lobby, a colossal crystal chandelier cast a soft, radiant glow, bathing the entire space in a warm light. The floor was paved with gleaming white marble tiles, covered by a sumptuous carpet that made her feet feel as though they were floating on clouds. The walls were adorned with a myriad of exquisite paintings and ornaments, each piece unique and sophisticated in its own way.

They approached an ornate door, and Emily could hear the pulsating rhythm of lively music emanating from within. A tinge of nervousness crept into her heart. Then the butler smiled reassuringly at her, informing her that the queen was expecting her on the other side.

With a gentle push, the butler opened the door, and a potent perfume, mingling with the scent of wine and sweat, greeted her nostrils, giving her the sensation of entering a lively salon.

The room was abuzz with men and women dancing intimately together. The men, their identities concealed by masks, wore nothing but trousers, while the women were similarly attired, some in bras and panties, others in semi-transparent lace dresses that left little to the imagination, and a few who were completely nude.

The lighting in the room was dim, with only spotlights on the ceiling illuminating the scene. In the corner, a small bar was visible, and a man in waiter’s attire hoisted a woman with disheveled hair and a curvy figure into the air. The woman poured the cocktail in her hand directly into the man’s open mouth. Once he had finished the wine, he placed her back on the bar and then buried his head between her legs.

Emily took a deep breath, her gaze scanning the room in every direction, searching for Queen Mary. But with everyone masked, it was impossible to discern who the queen might be.

"God, what have I gotten myself into?" Emily muttered under her breath. Just as she was about to make a hasty exit, a hand gently rested upon her shoulder from behind.