Visiting the prince

Amara’s POV

The wait is finally over. The prince is back. I still can’t believe how fast the years have flown by. It felt like forever, but at long last, the wait is behind us.

“Have you heard the news, girlfriend?” my best friend Helen asks, her voice practically buzzing with excitement.

“Yes, I’m actually about to head to the palace right now,” I reply. “I’ve missed him so much—I need to see him.”

“I know, girl. I know how deeply you’ve missed him,” she says, her eyes soft with understanding.

“I miss him terribly. Let me freshen up quickly—I don’t want to waste another minute,” I say as I rush off to my room.

I head straight to the bathroom, turn on the tap, and let the water flow over my skin. The warmth soothes me, and I smile to myself. I know the prince won’t be able to take his eyes off me when he sees me.

My name is Amara Chelsea, the only daughter of my parents. I come from a wealthy family—money has never been a problem in our home. I studied in one of the best schools in the country and graduated with a degree in medicine. But truthfully, I’ve never needed to work. My parents give me a generous monthly allowance, and they spoil me so much that I’ve never had to worry about making my own money.

Now that the prince is back, I’m ready to take the next step—to marry him and step into a life of royalty. Once I become his wife, I’ll be richer than ever. I’ll be the princess of this land, and eventually, when he becomes king, I’ll be the queen. That’s my dream now—to wear the crown, to walk with pride, and to be respected by all. I know many girls envy me already, and soon, they’ll envy me even more. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make this dream a reality.

“Helen, come here, please!” I shout as I step out of the shower.

“What is it? Why are you yelling?” she asks as she rushes into my room, her face full of concern. She’s always been the type to worry about me. I can confidently say she truly loves me—and I love her just as much.

“I need your help picking an outfit. I want to look stunning today. I want the prince to be completely lost in my beauty,” I say with a playful smile.

“Alright, girlfriend, I’ve got you. Let’s see which dress will make you shine,” Helen replies, opening my wardrobe and carefully scanning through the options.

“Amara, I think this one will do,” she finally says, holding up a soft, elegant dress.

“You think so?” I ask, looking at it with a hint of doubt.

“I’d never lie to you, my friend,” she reassures me, handing me the dress.

I take it from her and quickly put it on. I walk over to the mirror and stand still, letting my eyes take in my full reflection. The dress hugs my figure perfectly. There’s a calm confidence in my posture, a graceful elegance in my expression.

“How do I look?” I ask her.

“Wow! That’s the dress for today. Don’t even think of taking it off. Just put on a little makeup and go. Time’s not on your side anymore,” Helen says firmly.

She’s right—I can’t afford to waste time. I nod.

“Okay, girlfriend,” I reply, rushing back to my vanity table.

I sit down in front of the mirror and begin applying my makeup. I keep it light—just enough to enhance my natural beauty. I don’t need much; I’ve always known I’m beautiful.

Once I’m done, I grab my purse and head for the door.

“Take care, girlfriend,” Helen says as she walks me out.

“I will,” I respond, smiling warmly as I step outside.

I’m too tired to drive today, so I decide to take a cab instead.

The palace isn’t far from my house. That’s how I came to know Gilan so well. We grew up in the same neighborhood and even went to the same primary school. He’s been handsome ever since I first laid eyes on him. From that very first day, I knew—he was the one for me.

Now, I just hope that my dream will finally come true. I want to settle down with him, to start our life together as soon as possible. I’ve waited long enough.

About ten minutes later, I’m standing in front of the palace gates. The guards recognize me instantly and let me through without question. Everyone here knows me—I’ve always been known as Gilan’s girlfriend, and I wear that title with pride.

“Is the prince in?” I ask one of the guards at the entrance.

“Yes, madam. He’s inside. I believe he’s resting from his journey,” the guard replies politely.

I smile and nod. That sounds just like him.

I begin walking toward the palace. One of the housemaids sees me approaching and opens the door for me. I step inside and take in the sight—the palace is just as grand and beautiful as I remember. Soon, it will be my home too. What an honor that will be.

I make my way toward the throne room, and my heart leaps when I spot the king seated inside. He’s busy with some papers, probably attending to his royal duties.

“Good afternoon, Your Highness,” I say with a respectful nod.

He lifts his head and smiles warmly when he sees me.

“My dear, you’re here?” he says kindly.

“Yes. I heard the prince is back, so I came to check on him,” I respond.

“He’s resting in his room. You’re welcome to go see him,” the king says.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” I reply, my smile growing wider. The king has always liked me, which works perfectly in my favor.

I excuse myself and start heading toward the prince’s chambers. I don’t know exactly where his room is, so I ask one of the maids to show me. In just a few minutes, I’m standing outside his door.