AMELIA’S POV
Seraphina made her disdain for Amelia abundantly clear.
“You don’t belong here, omega,” Seraphina sneered one day during a training session in the courtyard. She stood tall and imposing, her fiery red hair tied back into a tight braid. “You’re just a charity case the princes brought home. You’ll never be one of us.”
Amelia clenched her fists but said nothing. She had learned early on that arguing with Seraphina only made things worse. But the insult cut deep.
Later that day, as Amelia was carrying supplies to her quarters, Seraphina deliberately bumped into her, spilling the contents of Amelia’s basket across the floor.
“Oops,” Seraphina said with a mock-apologetic smile. “Clumsy me.”
Amelia’s cheeks burned with humiliation as several courtiers laughed. She bent down to
