Amelia’s pov
We were on the third floor. We searched all the rooms downstairs but found nothing.
As strange as it sounds, frustration was seeping through my pores.
We were walking quietly when suddenly, we heard whispers coming our way. We panicked and tried to hide but there was nowhere except than the room on our right. We quickly entered there and kept our ears on the door, trying to listen to every voice.
The voices got nearer, so I looked from the peephole and saw a woman with a man close to the door.
I pulled Ashton to the bed and sat him there before falling on the bed. The door opened and the lady gasped in shock when she saw us.
“What are you doing in our room?”the man I recognized as King Harry, angrily asked.
“We’re so
