Where Does Princess Amelia Live Novels & Stories

He shoved the thought away. Chelsea sighed helplessly. There's no use trying to convince Alpha Kasper to believe her. She gave up the thought of trying to make him see things the way she was seeing it. But she knows that there's something the royal family knows about them that they are yet to find out. In the royal chamber Amelia was dressed in a beautiful wedding dress. Her eyes were still the way they were. She silently prays that the moon goddess doesn't allow the king to see anything disgraceful about her and then calls off the wedding.

His jaw drops, mouth opens, but no words leave him, so I take the chance to add the most important part. “She’s not dead. Amelia is very much alive and she’s staying in Deadfang. To add to the complexity of this mess, she’s pregnant with my heir.”

"Sure, whatever you want." Even though I have only been in London one week, Amelia is already making me feel right at home. Two hours pass and I am well full, that beef wellington with roast vegetables went down a treat. Amelia, on the other hand, has finished a large chicken and mushroom pie, a large bowl of fries to herself as well as a scotch egg. I'm all caught up on her life since the wedding in Amalfi Coast: her gorgeous month long honeymoon across Europe and Southern America, her setting up a small but profitable gallery in Mayfair and of course her pregnancy. What she's been eating, her decorating the nursery, how she's been spoilt endlessly by her wonderful man.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

Amelia, however, remained blissfully unaware of the rumors because she was in the human world. Seated at a quaint tea table, Amelia and Olivia were talking like only best friends can. The delicate aroma of freshly brewed tea enveloped them, accompanied by the gentle clinking of porcelain cups. As Amelia poured her heart out to Olivia, she found solace in the familiar surroundings of her human city, a place where she felt loved and cherished. She had been back for a month now, and she felt relaxed and at peace. Moonstone's Villa served as her sanctuary, a breathtaking haven adorned with opulence and luxurious décor. Amelia was telling Olivia all about the man who had shown up on her doorstep

“You’re here to fulfill an agreement, not to interfere in my life.” The words were clear. Sharp. Final. “I won’t,” she replied softly. Ricardo walked out without another glance. The Kingsley mansion loomed before her like something out of a dream—or a warning. Amelia stepped out of the car slowly, her suitcase in hand as her eyes took in the massive iron gates, the towering structure, and the manicured gardens stretching endlessly on both sides. This was no longer her world. A uniformed staff member bowed slightly and led her inside.

{AVELINE} "AVELINE, pour some tea into my cup!" Princess Octavia commanded. I immediately followed her order. I approached the table where the three princesses were sitting. I took the tea pot and carefully poured tea into her cup. She was busy admiring herself in her handheld mirror that she always carried everywhere. Before I could turn away, Princess Viviana grabbed my attention. "Aveline, bake us some cookies. I want to eat right now," she demanded.

"Then go on! Don't keep Mr. Dickson waited too long. Be bold, stop being so reserved! Don't bother coming back tonight. Spend some quality time with Mr. Dickson!" "Got it!" Amelia nervously replied, grabbing her bag and quickly exiting. "My silly friend has finally seen the light!" Stella happily sipped water and went upstairs. Unaware that Amelia wasn't meeting Dickson but the less fortunate Eric, Stella would likely be furious if she knew. As usual, Amelia took a taxi to the familiar meeting spot with Eric, who resided in a cottage in the suburbs. Though modest, the cottage was a luxury beyond the means of many in the city, as Eric lived there alone.

the maid said to Amelia, who furrowed her brows while wondering where he would have been. "Thank you," Amelia said to the maids before walking out of the clinic, and with that she decided to go around the palace to see if she would see him, and in case she didn't see him, she would go to Adrian's room and ask him if he had seen him or if he had anything to do with his disappearance. As she got close to the court chamber of the palace, she started hearing some voices coming from inside, and with that she decided to peep inside to see if Alex was in the court chamber.