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Amelia
Amelia walked through the hallways of the Summer Palace, making her way to the Complex of the Fourth. Her dress trailed behind her, along with assorted guards and ladies who seemed to have become a permanent fixture since she’d been made the Consort Elect of the Fourth. She paid them no mind at all. She hadn’t since Alex had disappeared. The ladies chatted; Amelia knew of that if only peripherally, though she didn’t care enough to listen.
She was always watched, never truly alone. Her mind went back to the warning Kyle had given her about there being a price to pay for being in the inner circle of the Royal Family. She smiled a little bitterly as she realised that while at the time she hadn’t understood the warning, now she did. It was a beautiful cage she lived in, gilded wit
