Amelia's Point of View
"My name is Amelia Lauren Micheals. I am 19 years old and I am the princess of werewolves. I had my first shift when I was only 8 years old, something rare even among royal wolves. I have yet to find my mate. I request permission to hold a banquet and ball to meet all unmated wolves . . . even the . . . the rogues. I wish to make contact with the Queen of Rogues and invite them to be our guests." I say to myself gazing into my mirror preparing myself to meet with the council.
"Do you really think that you're going to break the barrier of distrust between all of the wolves who are in packs and the rogues? I mean honestly, Amelia. It's time to grow up my dear. You will marry for politics, not love." One of my oldest maids, who also happens to be my nursemaid, says bustling into my elegant chambers through the servant's door just beside my own door.
"I can hope can I not?" I ask her as she sets about gathering my dressing items. She huffs rolling her pale blue eyes. Though she is nearly blind, I cannot bear to let Mrs. Havensworth go. She was the one tended to me after the death of my mother, Abitha Micheals, to the plague brought upon all creatures.
I glare at the ruffled top dress she pulls out and the ruffled petticoats. "You will wear these to attend the Council meeting with your father. You will not speak. You will strictly observe. If you don't, it may not end well." the old woman says darkly wrapping the corset around my waist and begins lacing it up. I look at her in the mirror. What has come over the normally sweet elderly woman who had been my confident in my early youth and teens? This is so unlike her to place an empty threat over my head.
"I am no longer going to be the old woman your father wishes me to be. No, I have had enough. You will not make amends with the Rogues." She says stiffly as she slides the dark, royal purple ruffled over dress over the matching petticoats. I turn to look at her sharply.
"How dare you threaten me." I snarl at her with my eyes narrowed. She glares back at me before lunging at me with what looks to be a syringe of wolfsbane. Does she not know of my secret immunity to the wolfsbane? I slap her hard enough to knock her frail body to the floor. "Never, NEVER, threaten me nor my father." I say sweeping out of my room with my Amethyst encrusted and silver tiara. My brunette hair that normally hangs in intricate spirals at my waist is piled in perfect curls on my head. I gently set my own tiara and look up at the giant painting of my mother. 'I'm exactly like you were at my age mother. Father tells me that every time he sees me. He's still so heartbroken at your death. I look too much like you for you to truly be gone in his eyes. He misses you dearly. We love you.' I silently say. I always feel most connected to my late mother when I gaze into her eyes, a beautiful green color which is the same as mine. I always converse with her if I have the time between lessons and meetings. It makes me feel closer to her.
"You're late, your highness." The guardsman who stands by my side constantly says. I enter into the Council Room to find that the meeting is already underway.
