Turning around, she gasped as both King Lyrithian and Queen Azrielah were staring at her. Their eyes were locked with hers. It was as though they knew she was there. They could see her.
‘Amelia,’ they spoke in unison, their voices changing suddenly into a stranger’s voice … a boy’s voice.
‘Sorry?’ mumbled Amberlik’h, taking several steps back until she collided with the shutter.
‘Amelia.’
‘I am not Amelia. My name is –’
‘Amelia.’
‘No, it is not Amelia. It is Amberlik’h.’
‘Amelia.’
Amberlik’h, confused and afraid, turned to leave but was stopped as they had wrapped their hands firmly around her quivering shoulders.
‘Get off me!’ she struggled, as their grips tightened, the room chaotically dissolving around her.
It was as though she had been placed inside a canvas, as the walls, t
