Amelia's heart was racing faster than her breathing could keep up with. Her palms were slick with sweat as she placed them over her tight chest. Everything seemed to be spinning around her. It took all of her willpower to keep from swooning.
She closed her eyes and focused on counting down from ten. Her mind went to her happy place. Before all of this. Before all the pain, drama and confusion. When all she had was brightness and laughter. Surely, she began to relax and the tension seeped out of her shoulders.
I am alright.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the flap of the tent again. Indeed, the place where the prince should have been was empty. How does one lose a fully-grown prince? She wondered. And how exactly would that one explain it to their superiors?
There was a tap on her shoulders and she nearly jumped.
"Jas!" she exclaimed.
He held her shoulders to keep her steady.
"That's me!" He scanned her face. "Are you alright? You seem a bit faint."
"I'm quite alright now. Seeing you standing here before me. Not having escaped."
The confusion on his face was replaced by realization.
"For the life of me, I just could not sleep well." He leaned in closer to her. "Between you and me, I really missed my feather mattress. It was hand-made for me, you know."
"I am sure it was." She wiggled out of his grasp and composed herself.
"I was about to go on my rounds around the camp."
"Any chance I'm not invited?"
"Not a chance. You will get to meet everyone in the camp."
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Short StoryKill the Prince. Save the kingdom. It was all so simple...until it wasn't. This is what young Amelia came to realize as the fate of the whole kingdom lay in the palms of her hands. Or rather in the dagger that lay there. And could the Crown Prince c...
