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Once again there was hushed silence. Amelia stared at the Queen. She was a beautiful, well-built, tall woman whose skin didn’t have a wrinkle. Her long silvery hair was tied in a high bun. She wore a lovely white gown. She looked at Amelia with a measured smile and said, “Welcome Amelia.” She sat opposite to Xikoth on a high chair. “Thank you, Your Highness,” breathed Amelia and bowed to her. “Please sit,” she said in return. The silence continued as the servants started to walk around and serve the royals with food. Soft music on piano began to play and Amelia wondered whether they had the modern gadgets.

"Yes, is their new home too now." Bridget sits Serenity down and leaves the table. "Princess, everything okay?" "Is Miss Amelia really our mommy?" "Only if you want her to be," I swallow. "I'm not forcing anything on you guys, she is daddy's wife so..." "I like her," Amelia swallows. "She is nicer than Aunt Bridget and Gina." "Good," I smile. "I'm glad you like her. Don't give her too much trouble, okay?" Serenity nods. "I'll be good."

Thereafter, they flocked around the toddler, as it seemed she was a people magnet. Amelia loved all of the attention that her and her child were getting. It made her feel loved and she could see herself getting along with all of Ryan’s family. “You’re so beautiful,” another of Ryan’s younger cousins praised Amelia, with stars in her eyes. She looked to be around the age of thirteen but she had the same looks of the Davidson’s. “Awww… thank you,” Amelia smiled, pulling the teenage girl into a hug. “And you’re adorable, darling.” “You think so?” the girl asked, grabbing Amelia’s arms and staring up at her like she was entranced.

I won’t allow it… never. I’m Amilia Vlad, and I’m a Pureblood Vampire; I’m twenty-eight years old, and I’m Princess of the Kingdom of Constanta, and I’m not planning on finding my mate because my mate is dead already. I’m Princess of the Sapphire eyes, and I hold tragic secrets that no one has to find, even if it means I have to kill everyone.

Amelia chuckled and pressed the number for her floor. ‘He’s so cute.’ She thought to herself and rubbed her arms, she could still feel his muscular arms wrapped around her. Amelia Scott was a famous celebrity in Country B. She had released a lot of famous songs since her debut years ago. It could be said that she was successful in her career. At 28, she was worth a few million dollars but she didn’t do well in the relationship department.

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

Amelia grinned and ran over to her. "Oh my how you have grown. Is this your son?" They hugged and exchanged kisses on each cheek before Amelia turned to see Andrew standing next to her. He had heard the commotion and come out of his room to take her hand as he stared up at the beautiful princess in front of them. "Yes, Princess Amelia, this is my son Andrew. He is four going on twenty-one. Little A, this is Princess Amelia. She is one of my best friends." Andrew smiled and held out his hand to shake Amelia's and she got down on his level to shake his hand.

Another voice came from behind and Amelia turned to see someone else behind her. “And who are you?” she wanted to ask but the lady spared her the stress. “I’m Princess Ethel.” The lady flashed Amelia a smile. “We are Andrew's friends.” “And?” Amelia shrugged. “Are you sure you can survive this school talk less of becoming the Crown princess?” “Can you take whatever we hurl at you?” The two princesses questioned and inched closer and closer to Amelia which forced her to trail her steps backwards. “I doubt if you can win Andrew’s heart.”

Amelia turned to face her, she nodded her head, "Sure. Why wouldn't it be?" Amelia was lying. Everything was not alright. She was supposed to be home, washing dishes and reading her books so she could get ready for their exams next week but here she was, a few hours away from a party with girls she didn't even know. Amelia sighed. This wasn't her. She had just turned nineteen last month and was officially considering herself to be a big girl. She wanted to go out more and dance a lot like her friends. She was a teenager in school for crying out loud, wasn't that what she was supposed to do?

She closed her eyes and made a silent prayer to the goddess that she give Amelia a mate that would accept her without doubt or bias. The next morning, Amelia set out, dressed in a cheap dress. Her hair was styled to one side. She looked casual but beautiful. That day was her eighteenth birthday and she dressed in her best, even if her best was the rag thrown away by another family. She was plain, without makeup but she looked attractive and pretty. Though many will not accept it, everyone knows Amelia is the most beautiful girl in the pack. They wondered why the moon goddess would bless her with such a rare gift despite knowing she was cursed.