𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 | 𝐋𝐇

XXIII

In honour of Princess Amelia of Wales' 34th birthday

content warning: abuse, panic attacks, foul language, self-deprecating language, body shaming, running away from home, and mild mentions of torture. Please read with caution.

April 2005

"Camilla and I are getting married." Amelia looked at her father, confused.

"What?"

"Camilla is going to be your new mother," Charles stated, making the three siblings glance at one another.

"We don't need a mother; we're old enough to take care of ourselves," Harry said before Amelia continued.

"Harry and Will are in their 20s, and I am 15. Why do we need a mother?"

"That doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you I'm marrying her."

"You don't care about our opinion?" William finally spoke up

"I am older than you all therefore, you have to listen to me."

"Do you know you sound like a child saying that, Father? It matters so little to us that you are going to marry that horrible woman." Amelia pushed

"Get some soap for that mouth of yours. She has done nothing but care for you." Charles started to raise his voice. Amelia loved it when he did so.

"Care for me? You sure know nothing about the witch you bed each night. Or is there some kind of ritual she holds to make you forget stuff because you sure did forget you had a wife when you started seeing her?"

"How dare you speak to your father like that!"

"Act like a father of mine, and then I can answer the question you ask, " she retorted. Seeing red, he charged towards the girl, only for Harry and William to hold him in place.

After a few moments, he finally calmed down, and the boys took a step back from their father.

"Why are you so mean when I only want what is best for you? For all I know, you might not even be my child, yet I take utmost care of you."

Amelia had not known this information. She wasn't even sure whether it was true or not, but something in the way he said it actually made her heart hurt.

Was she even his?

"Yet you call me the mean one." She scoffed and walked out of the room the four of them stood in, then out of her father's house and into the car waiting in front.

"What about your brothers, your highness?" The chauffeur asked

"They will be out soon." She replied, pulling out a book from her school bag and straightening her school skirt.

She hated him. She hated every fibre of Charles Mountbatten-Windsor, and she was going to make it known.

Meanwhile, in the room, Harry spoke up.

"Why would you say that, why lie to her?" He spat

"What? Because I said what everyone was thinking?"

"You know well she is your daughter more than any of us, yet you chose to hurt her every day. It hasn't even been 10 years since Mama died, yet you're already looking to marry your mistress." William was beyond disgusted by his father, and every single word he let out showed it.

"Do what you want, but nothing will ever make us like her." Harry finished, and the two met their sister in the car. Each of them took a side beside her and pulled her in for a group hug.