Amelia's POV
I was walking, hands locked together, back straightened, and my head slightly pointed upward. I was walking with the politeness of a woman as Celeste has described it to be. She was apparently the oldest one here. White haired woman with beautiful green eyes. She was "teaching me the ways on how to become a proper lady and fit to be future Queen." I did not want to do this at all but of course I was persuaded by a certain smooth man.
*FLASHBACK*
"I do not want to be taught by a damn woman who thinks she is higher than me because she is older and has been in this damn Royals club since she was twelve."
"How'd you know that?"
"Antonio... these people in this damn castle. It's worse than your house honeslty."
I stood there pouting with my arms crossed and over my chest
