Princess Amelia

Chapter 2

I was walking steadily. I have been practicing how to walk with heals and a ball gown for the past two weeks. I am confidently walking with my head held up high like a princess would.My hair is done up perfectly and my makeup is flawless. Everything about me screams perfection. I look like a model.

At the end of the hallway was the stairs leading down to the ballroom of the palace. There my father was waiting for me. His back was facing me when I arrived and stood beside him. He hadn't noticed that I had come through the door behind him. I walked up to him slowly, keeping my eyes on his reflection in the mirror, knowing all too well he couldn’t see my face in the glass because he was looking at himself.

"Your majesty, my father king." I greeted him as a princess would. I hold my skirt with my hands and made a courtesy.

"Rise my daughter." Father ordered me.

I slowly stood up and looked up at him. My father was looking at me with surprise and awe. This was the first time I saw him look at me with emotion. In the past he always looked at me indifferently.

As if I wasn’t worthy of his attention but right now my father looked more surprised than anything else. His mouth slightly open as if he was about to say something but no words came out.

He reached for me. “You… you are here.”

But instead of looking shocked and confused, these people actually seemed a bit excited. It seems like they haven't seen or heard about me in years. I've never been seen by them. At least none of them have met me before. Most of them didn't even know me personally.

"Ahem." My father cleared his throat. "Come, let us not keep the guests waiting."

My father offered his arm. I held it with my hand gently. His arm was long and muscular but still delicate, as though made for holding books rather than wielding a sword or g*n. The arm was so thin you could almost see right through to the bone."Shall we?" he asked, bowing slightly. I smiled and nodded.

I looked down the ball room. Many people from noble and high classes are wearing beautiful dresses and suits. Some are chattering, some are eating and some are dancing on the dance floor.

Then the musicians stopped playing. One servant blew the trumpet to get the guests attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I present to you King Donald, ruler of Xylem. And his daughter third princess Amelia." The herald announced our presence.

My father started to descend the stairs and I followed beside him. We were descending slowly. I can see the people below were still chattering, some where eating, some where dancing.

I was focusing in my walk when we were close at the bottom. I noticed that I can't hear the chattering of guests anymore. I looked around and the people's eyes, they all looking towards me. Their faces were a mix of surprise, awe, wonderment, and jealousy.

When my father and I reached the ground we stopped.

"Dear guests, ladies and gentlemen. I would like to present to you my third daughter. The third princess of Xylem , Amelia." My father announced with the essence of a king.

The guests applauded. I was feeling overwhelmed. This is my first time to attend a ball. And here now I was the the star of the night.

"Hahaha your majesty." A middle aged stout man approached us. "I didn't know that you were hiding such a beautiful daughter."

"Duke Cunningham." Father greeted. "Amelia, greet the duke."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Duke Cunningham." I greeted.

"Hahaha the pleasure is all mine." Duke Cunningham said. "Your majesty good thing that you have presented this beautiful daughter of yours. My son Philip just turned sixteen. He is a fine young lad that can be a good match for your Amelia."

"Duke, my daughter just turned fourteen. Isn't it a little to early to make matches?" My father replied.

I have heard of Philip Cunningham. He is the heir of the Cunningham family. It is said that he was a rising noble here in Xylem . He is not only intelligent but also handsome. Many young noble women are vying for his attention. And that includes my sister, the second princess Chole.

"Nonsense. There is no such thing as early in match making." Duke Cunningham said. "Philip , my son. Where is that boy?" He was searching the crowd.

"Father." I heard a voice of a young man in the crowd.

A blonde haired boy emerged from the crowd. He has light blue eyes and fair skin. His smile was dazzling.

"Ah there he is, Philip my boy. Come here." The duke ordered.

"Your majesty, your highness." Philip bowed before us.

"Arise." My father ordered.

I also greeted him with courtesy. "Sir Philip . It's a pleasure to meet you." I said.

"Princess, the pleasure is all mine." Philip took my hand and kissed the back.

In Xylem if a gentleman greets a lady with a kiss behind the hand it means that he is interested to getting to know her better. Either as a friend or in a romantic way.

I blushed with his gesture. Philip looked at me and gave me a sweet and gentle smile.

"Oh look at them your majesty, they just look good with each other." The duke said. "Philip my boy are you willing to get to know princess Amelia better?" The duke asked.

"If the princess let me." Philip said with a smile. "Can I visit you once in a while in your courtyard?"

I was frozen in place. This was the first time a boy has ever took notice of me. I was lost for words.

"Ahh..." I said not knowing what to say.

"Well if young Philip here wish to court my daughter then I will respect his wish. But expect that courting a princess won't be easy." My father said.

"Hahaha of course your majesty. I am sure my Philip is up for the challenge." The duke said. His laughter was genuine.

"Then please princess, let me at least start being your friend first." Philip s requested.

"O-Okay." I stuttered