#Chapter8
Amelia's POV
Its coronation day and I am a nervous wreck. Everyone is preparing for today. What many don't realise is that, as the coronation day is closer, so is the war.
The war is in less than 5 days. I know most of them are prepared for what is about to come, but still having my mate go to a battle doesn't settle with me.
I heard the door knock and asked the person to come in. Angela walked in, holding a dress that was covered up.
/"Ready to see your dress, Amelia?/" she asked cheerily. I tried to smile but failed miserably. She sighed as she sat beside me.
/"Don't worry. Its going to be alright./" she said assuring me. /"What if its too late for things to be alright?/"
/"What do you mean?/" she asked confused. /"The war./" She understood what I was I saying. /"There is nothing for you to worry about./"