How Old Is Princess Amelia Tiktok Novels & Stories

She was defenseless and she was sure that it would take a while for anyone to come to her rescue. The mysterious woman turned with a smirk on her face. "You must be our new Luna, I heard you go by the name "Amelia", "it's nice to meet you. I am Prisca. The pleasure is mine" Amelia looked at her suspiciously, "Why are you here and who are you?" ‘I have something I want to tell you.

I whispered. "Sorry, but the court is almost starting. I am sure you do not want to be late." He pulled me into our room, where Kelly and a stylish woman were laughing and discussing. Kelly spotted me and then came closer, saying, "Hey, This is Amelia, the one I told you about. She is here to get you ready for your debut." She came closer and then bowed, saying, "Princess Alix, I am honored to be the one to get you ready."

The usual posts flooded my timeline: fashion influencers flaunting their outfits, food bloggers making me regret skipping lunch, and then there it was. Amelia. Of course, it had to be Amelia. My finger froze mid-scroll as I stared at the series of pictures and videos she’d been in. There she was, laughing, smiling, glowing. And not just with anyone. She was with Liam and another VIP Prince Tristan. The prince that everyone has been raving about on my timeline.

“It’s not like that Amelia “ She tried to explain for the sake of our long term friendship but at the moment I could read and see how deep her thoughts for me, pushing my chair back I stood up. It was already late, so why not leave at this moment than listen to more nonsense, if I was weak minded then maybe I would have put her words in to consideration but the me I know now held much confidence that you can’t push with simple silly words. “Amelia..” “ It’s okay Rebecca I understand you after all, I mean I am just an orphan and you an heiress, I never thought you would use that title of yours on me. Good night my boyfriend is here” I added staring at my long term best friend.

“Too grown.” Amelia wore a long blue dress. Her hair was braided with small white flowers. She moved through the crowd, greeting everyone. She laughed, hugged the old women, and danced with the younger ones. The whole pack loved her. She was kind, just like her father. And strong, like both of us.

" When she's old and frail?. Is that the right time? " " Relax brother. The princess is only just nineteen. She'll be fine. " " I wish she's not as powerful as she is. " " Everyone wishes that. She has a lot of burden to carry. " " Talking about Bellamy makes me want to cry. I was going horse riding. Wanna come along? " " Sure. " .. Bellamy went back to her room to continue sketching since it was the only thing she could do in the castle. She opened the side windows and the breeze blew her silk hair sideways.

Everyone was shocked, especially Veronica. Her mouth was agape, and she forgot to maintain her usual nobility! How could this be possible? Did she hear it wrong?! Amelia, who was only twenty-four this year, right? Camille was four years older than her and had been in the fashion industry for ten years, often participating in Paris Fashion Week and winning many international awards. How could Amelia, a rural caregiver, be Camille’s master? This joke was too big, wasn’t it?!

some were happy, some sad and some showed nothing at all. "Amelia Thorne" Jen spoke, her eyes meeting mine "follow me Amelia" I was brought to a stage which dominated the ballroom. "Miss Amelia Thorne... 20 years old, a seamstress." Jen spoke before bowing and scurrying back to behind stage. My eyes scanned the people, the king and Queen sat there, a bored look on their faces. The Queen perked up, before standing and walking to the stage "Amelia... what a beautiful name"

said Prince Andreas stiffly. "May I know how old Madam is?" Prince Andreas couldn't hide his curiosity. 'This girl looks very young, the Black Prince can't possibly marry an underage girl right?' "Nineteen years," Amanda answered in a hoarse voice from crying. "Wow, we're only one year apart!" said Prince Andreas so enthusiastically that Amanda jumped in surprise because of the yell. "Sorry," said the handsome 18 year old young man. Amanda smiled and then laughed a little. "Thank you."

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.