"Have you ever found yourself in a dream, wishing it was real?" Amelia, a 17-year-old high school student, recently experienced the devastating loss of her parents in a tragic car accident. Shattered and heartbroken, she struggled to navigate throug...
"Where am I? Is this real? Is this really reality?" I found myself questioning, feeling disoriented.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the confusion, calling out, "Princess Amelia, where are you?"
Startled, I turned to see a woman, appearing to be in her early thirties, approaching me. Curious, I asked, "Who are you?"
She responded with a warm smile, "I am your maid, your highness. Oh my, you're bleeding! It looks like you hit your head. But don't worry, I will tend to your wound. By the way, your highness, my name is Helen."
Astonished, I couldn't believe I had a maid. This all seemed too surreal. Helen then added, "Your highness, please, let me help you up. You're about to ruin your dress. We need to get you ready for the ball".
Feeling perplexed, I wondered what made this ball so special. Assisting me as I got up, Helen's words spun in my mind, making me dizzy.
Together, we arrived at what Helen claimed to be my room, which appeared grand and beautiful. An unsettling thought crossed my mind, and I couldn't help but ask, "Where are my parents?"
Helen's cheerful expression paled, and she replied, "Oh, your highness, they are no longer with us." A tear escaped my eye, realizing that even in this world, I was without parents. But Helen quickly tried to uplift my spirits, saying, "That was twelve years ago, princess. Be happy and smile! Your dimples shine so beautifully."
I managed a smile, as Helen meticulously styled and adorned my hair with roses. Although I tried to persuade her that there was nothing wrong with my current gown, she insisted, "My lady, this dress is not suitable for the ceremony."
Reluctantly, I obliged, changing into a stunning, long red gown. But I couldn't ignore the discomfort of the corset she had tightened, making it hard to breathe. After powdering my face, Helen escorted me to the ballroom, which was adorned with exquisite decor and filled with delicious food and drinks.
As I took my seat in the middle of the room, my arrival was announced, and everyone bowed respectfully. Comments praising my gown and beauty echoed in my ears, to which I politely responded, "Thank you." Time ticked away, and after fifteen minutes, a man was announced, entering with his son. Both wore crowns, indicating their regal status. The king, appearing to be in his late forties, was accompanied by his son, Prince Michael, who looked to be in his early twenties.
The prince possessed a striking resemblance to his father, but with more captivating features and a robust charm. It was evident from the murmurs of excitement from the ladies seated on my right that Prince Michael had quite the reputation. However, I knew better than to fall for his tricks. I may be inexperienced in dating, but a player is recognizable. The king, sitting to my left, engaged in conversation while they enjoyed the festivities of dining, drinking, and dancing, accompanied by enchanting music.
Amidst the revelry, I refrained from indulging in any food or drink, feeling uneasy about the situation. Suddenly, the king raised his glass, capturing everyone's attention in the room. Silence enveloped the space as he spoke, "Today is a beautiful day, and on this day, the daughter of my late friend, Princess Isabel, turns seventeen. I wish her a life filled with beauty and wisdom."
The crowd erupted in cheers, lifting their glasses high. Continuing, the king made an unexpected announcement, saying, "I would also like to share some important news. Prince Michael and Princess Amelia are now engaged." Shock overwhelmed me as the prince grabbed my hand, sliding a stunning diamond ring onto my finger. He kissed my forehead and flashed a smug grin, while on his own finger, he wore a matching ring. Applause filled the room, but this couldn't be happening. I was rendered speechless. Glancing at the ladies beside me, their looks spoke volumes. I stared at the prince, his smirk only fueling my irritation. How could I marry someone I just met? I don't even know him! The king concluded his speech, declaring, "Let us wish them a joyous married life and many beautiful heirs. May God bless their union and the kingdom of Dalia." The applause and laughter continued, and it dawned on me that I was in a kingdom called Dalia. Confirming my flushed face in embarrassment, I caught Michael's smiling gaze, reinforcing my initial impression of him as a jerk. I promptly excused myself.
The dress
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