Prologue

Once upon a time.... (sarcasm intended to the maximum level)

Ever since I was this little girl who wear colored-silk cotton gowns with a crinoline and a golden crown to fit in. My head held up high, smiling, and waving at the crowd outside the window's limousine. I grew up wanting to be one of those savaged teenagers roaming around the city of London. Not wearing those heavy gowns and high-heels for no occasional reason, rules that doesn't constrain from doing normal things. I mean! Who would want to scold you for not holding your knives and not doing the proper this and that when you eat?! And I don't want to chew fifteen times and swallow something tasteless.

I am clueless about the outside world. All I do is sit and watch on a flat screen television in a luxurious palace, having a voluptuous feast on plushed seats and a hundred lackey to serve the royal branches of the family. I am lucky to be born in an opulent and respected family. But I am not as lucky as the others who were given freedom to go venture around the world beyond the barricades of their house.

Today, the skies were in awfully gray couture. I could see a capacious carriage-and-four bowled along the pathway towards the palace and briefly paused. Two drenched footmen clambered down from the rumble seat at the back and open the carriage door. Appearing to be my aunt Harriet Wake, my mother's older sister, who look like a clown in thick make-up and stuck in nineteenth century. The footman guided aunt Harriet with an umbrella.

I bit my lips that was tainted from the red-colored lipstick placed and struggled adjusting the strap of my gown. 'Simple family meeting and I have to take this much effort to wear gowns and make-up.' I scowled at the thought and glared at the people surrounding me with their gaze filled with adoration. "Get out!" I ordered sternly, making them to swing their moods back to where it should belong. They all bowed down and quickly scrambled out of my room.

I look at myself at the mirror and see a young girl wearing a lace pleated red chiffon dress, light makeup that still shown elegance, and a proud concave formed on my lips. A knock came reverberating through the silence, "Princess Amelia- your father is requesting for your existence within the dining hall."

My heart started to beat loudly against my rib cage as I fiddled my thumb on the screen of my phone, I just gave a smile and nodded. I look back at the mirror and see fire and the signs of extreme fear burning within, 'Breath in Amelia... this internal torment will soon end.' I reassured myself before I had to stand in front of the door, the only thing that hides me away from all the pressure. I grabbed the handle of my door and my heels met the red carpet ready to be stepped on, 'Let the show begin.'