Chapter eleven
Amelia
I was looking around the hall frantically, searching and waiting for when someone would come out and say that it was all a joke, but nothing like that happened. Alaric stood before all of us, radiating an aura like a true king.
He looked ethereal in regalia, and one would say that he seemed like a nice king at first glance, but I still wasn't believing what I was seeing with my eyes.
I raised my hands up and rubbed them over my eyes, hoping to clear them, so maybe if they were clear I would see that it wasn't really Alaric, but by the time I was done rubbing, he was still standing there.
Bianca had already turned to me and was frowning.
"Is something wrong, Amelia?" She asked, but I shook my head.
"No, nothing. I'm fine." I smiled at her, and we both looked for
