Princess Amelia Wu Age Novels & Stories

Amelia said, coming forward, her hips swaying seductively. It was usual for the females in his kingdom to try getting his attention, only that he wasn't interested in them. He just wanted that long lost treasure, but at the moment he seemed to have fallen for the young damsel who came in with Amelia. King Azalea's gaze fell on the beautiful young brown haired lady, as she followed Amelia towards him. Alicia's hands were clenched together and her arms were filled with goosebumps. She was nervous. "This is Alicia Smith. She ran away from her pack." Amelia said.

“She will come around once you become the king, she is just lurking around him because she thinks he is going to be the king soon.” Alfred nods his head at the empress, and the rest of their conversation went slowly as they both eat quietly from their own food. Later that day. Amelia was walking through the hallway, behind some maid that she had instructed to give food to Amy. She has been very cautious about what her princess eats, she never cooks, but she makes sure she supervises everything perfectly before it's get served to her princess. She was leading the maid to her princess room, when Leo suddenly brushed her pat, stopping her from walking.

Chloe fell silent, then picked them up to take a look. Amelia was 25 years old. She studied abroad for four years, returned to the country this year, and secured a job in the Reese Group’s finance department. Her father managed a supermarket and her mother was a homemaker. The documents also included photos of Amelia during her elementary, junior, and high school years.

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.

"How old are you, Amelia?" Her brows scrunched up as I questioned. "What?" "Give me an answer." I stepped closer and she gripped the nightstand to stop herself from falling asleep I inched closer. "I'm….umm…" she swallowed, tucking some strands of her hair away. "I'm 23." "Twenty three, uh?" I chuckled, my thumb tracing her lips. She froze at my touch, making me raise a brow. Did she get electrified? "I'm 33, Amelia. Ten years older than you."

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 roll my eyes. "The theme is 'Princesses' so I'm dressed as a Prince, last time I checked Prince William wears suits" I say in my own defence as I gesture to my suit. Amelia shakes her head with a smile and reaches into the back seat. "I got you this, because I knew you wouldn't" She tells me, holding out a plastic gold crown with fake jewels sitting around the edge of it. It looks ridiculous. "No fucking way" I say with a chuckle, I'll look completely ridiculous. Even Amelia isn't overly dressing for the theme; sure she's in a beautiful long blue dress that could pass for something a Princess would wear but she's not wearing a crown.

I laugh a little Is she the one we have been waiting for” the lady beside Grace asked Yes she’s the one our princess” The lady was looking at me funny, I felt rather uncomfortable Amelia this is our childhood friend, Jasmine, jasmine this is Amelia Damien’s wife and the princess of this castle” I stretched out my hand to shake her out of curtsey “Hi it’s nice to meet you” still holding my hand she didn’t have the courtesy to say hi “I’m Damien’s family friend and ex girlfriend…sorry only girlfriend I’ve been abroad all this time but now I’m back” she looked at me the way my step mother looks at me “ugly”

But then Emilia descended the stairs, and the spotlight shifted, leaving Amelia in the shadows. Amelia's eyes narrowed, her thoughts racing with resentment. Who was this girl, really? The same one they'd found unconscious on the road? She looked...transformed. The peach gown hugged her curves, and the Tear of a fairy necklace sparkled like diamonds against her skin. She was stunning, a true beauty who could give the current Miss World, Kylie Paterson, a run for her money.

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."