Magical Journal Part Two

Emma's mind was reeling as she tried to process what was happening. She had no memory of how she ended up in the palace garden, and now she was being interrogated by men in black suits who claimed to be working for the crown prince.

She was escorted by the guards through the hospital and out to the parking lot where three luxurious cars were waiting. The guards flanked her on all sides as they drove through the streets of Seoul towards the palace. As Emma sat in the car, flanked by the guards in black suits, her mind raced with questions. Why and how had she ended up in the palace garden? And why did the prince want to meet her? Her thoughts were interrupted by one of the guards.

"Miss, you are about to meet the Crown Prince directly. Please be respectful and answer any questions he may have for you."

Emma nodded nervously, unsure of what to expect.

As they arrived at the palace gates, Emma's eyes widened in amazement. It was like something out of a fairy tale, with soaring towers and grand courtyards. Maids and workers in identical dress bustled around, going about their duties.

The guards led Emma through the palace halls, and as she walked, she couldn't help but feel like an intruder in this grand, elegant world. Finally, they arrived at a large door guarded by two men in ceremonial dress. They stepped aside as the guards pushed the door open, revealing a room filled with opulent furnishings and a view of the palace gardens.

Sitting at a table in the center of the room was a young man in stunning clothes, his dark hair falling in perfect waves around his face. As Emma entered the room, he stood up and approached her with a smile.

"Welcome, Emma," he said warmly. "My name is Prince Minho. I apologize for the dramatic way in which we brought you here, but we had to be sure of your identity before we could bring you to the palace."

Emma couldn't help but be taken aback by the prince's handsome features and regal demeanor. She felt her cheeks flush as he took her hand and led her to a seat at the table.

"Now, Emma," the prince said, "we need to ask you a few questions. You were found unconscious in the palace garden, and we have reason to believe that you may have valuable information regarding a matter of national security."

Emma's mind raced as she tried to remember anything that could be helpful. But all she could remember was riding her bicycle to the bookshop and then waking up in the hospital.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness," she said apologetically. "I don't remember anything."

The prince nodded understandingly. "I understand, Emma. We will do everything in our power to help you regain your memory. In the meantime, you are welcome to stay here in the palace. You will be treated as an honored guest."

Emma couldn't believe her ears. She was going to stay in the palace? She had never felt so out of place and yet so exhilarated in her life.

"Thank you, Your Highness," she said, feeling both grateful and overwhelmed.

The prince smiled warmly at her. "It is my pleasure, Emma. I hope you will find your stay here at the palace to be a pleasant one."

As the prince rose to leave, Emma couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest. She had no idea what her future held, but she knew that her life would never be the same again.