Where Does Princess Amelia Live Novels & Stories

Amelia still gaped around like a lost sheep. She couldn’t decipher what was going on, neither could she tell why he had given her sixty seconds to decide. “Three, two, one…”, Alexander’s countdown jolted her back to reality. “I will stay here”, Amelia blurted out with a puzzled look. At least, staying in such a mansion, with other ladies and a perfect breakfast, was better than living with an old man who wouldn’t stop smiling at her. Those were her thoughts and deep down, she hoped that she was correct.

And all that rage was soon targeted towards one person. Amara Du Pleasant, the Duke and Duchess’ only daughter. I was made to believe Rosanna's painful stories, so when the time came to pick out the twelve Noblewomen that would become Queeness’, I made sure to add her in. It didn’t matter to me that I felt no connection to her Inner-Light when I was around her, I felt like I needed to get her out of there. To help her escape that deplorable situation. Then came the day that the Royal physician returned from weeks of travel.

"I have a very important matter to attend to at home." He nodded and went back to reading the newspaper. "Or don't you feel at home here?", Queen Anne asked. "Of course not, Your Majesty. The palace is indeed home away from home for me. It's just I have to see my Father." "Okay, then. You can go but make sure to visit us soon." "I will, Your Majesty." "Can I come visit you in the Duchy?", Princess Leah asked talking for the first time. "Of course, Your Highness. I'm sure Zue would be able to bring you over. Right, Zue?"

She says before the sounds of something falling and Jessica letting out a soft curse follow. “Princess, is everything okay?” I ask, worried about her getting hurt. “Yeah. I found the greenhouse you mentioned earlier today and decided I needed to actually choose things from the store to start gardening in it. That was a bag of dirt falling over and making a mess.” She explains with a sigh, and I chuckle, wanting nothing more than to pull up the app and see what sort of mess was made. “Don’t work too hard, Princess. You can leave the heavy lifting to me.” I state, and I meant every word. My Princess does not need to work so hard with me there for her.