The next morning William was woken up by a soft knock on the door, he was slightly angry at himself for falling asleep.
“Sir, breakfast is ready. Would you like to have it in here, the breakfast room or the garden?” a small, elegant voice came from the door.
“I am decent, come in.”
A girl, appearing to be the same age as him and his friends, stepped into the room, “I am Ami, my mother send me.”
“Your mother?” William asked, wondering if the lady of last night might be her mother.
“Queen Amirah,” the girl responded shyly.
William thought to himself that she was as beautiful as her mother.
“Amirah,” William repeated after Ami.
“Well, Queen Amirah,” Ami corrected him.
“Sure,” William responded sarcastically.
Ami gave a little huff and left the door, ‘humans, whatever.’
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Jessica
