Chapter 32

Five days later, Amelia had recovered. The past few days had reigned with peace. There was this fresh new air, one that symbolized peace and a new era. The general had informed her that the duke had been arrested. She hadn’t seen Harry since the day she was rescued; oftentimes she’d think of him, wondering what he was doing.

She knew he was busy, but she missed him so terribly. The whole situation had been overwhelming; they’d never predicted that the enemies would be caught so soon, but now, Sophia had received justice, Henry had received justice as did the other victims of the evil Maria Flyer.

“I knew there was something amiss about that woman,” Veronica said. Five days later, her family still couldn’t stop whispering about her.

“Yes, mother,” Amelia agreed. She deserved some credit even though her theory had come from a place of jealousy.

“I can’t believe I ever compared you to that monster!” Veronica clamped her hand on her head.

Truly, they were alike, but Maria was governed by something so evil, so sinister.

“Do you still feel any pain?” Roselyn questioned as she flopped on the chair next to Amelia.

“I’m fine,” Amelia responded. It’d been blissful with the company of her family. The love, the peace—it was all so overwhelming.

Meredith had visited her the previous day; they’d both fell in tears as they said their final goodbye to Sophia. The air had become less tense after Meredith revealed she was seeing someone.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” This time it was Troy asking.

“I am,” Amelia smiled.

“My jewel.”

Amelia gazed up, her eyes sparkling as it connected with her father.

Suddenly, his face changed as he scrutinized her closely. “Where’s your necklace?”

Placing her hand on her bare chest, Amelia gave a sly smile. She’d long forgotten about it, and Lake…well, Lake never returned it to her.

“It’s…” she tried to think of a brilliant response, “it’s safe.”

The general grinned. He’d been visiting home more often; it was joyful to experience.

There came the sound of the bell. Someone was outside.

“Get the door,” Veronica commanded the maid in the room. And Amelia watched as she limped to the door.

There was the fragrance. She could smell him now.

Harry walked into the room with a bundle of flowers in his left hand.

“Flowers for the family,” he announced, and Veronica rose to receive them.

“Thank you, your highness,” she whispered and winked at Amelia.

Typical.

“Your highness,” the general rose to shake him.

“I reckon the king is doing well,” he questioned, and Amelia could swear Harry’s expression changed.

No one else but she could have noticed.

“He is,” he finally responded.

“Your highness!” Roselyn gazed at him, “fancy seeing you again.”

“Me too,” he waved his hand.

Troy gazed at Harry, attempting to intimate him. “Fancy seeing you,” Harry muttered as he cocked his head at him, and he smirked.

“I just need to speak to the lady over there,” he finally gazed at her, and Amelia could feel her cheeks flame up.

“She’s all yours!” Veronica beamed.

Typical.

Amelia rose and moved to his side, “let’s walk in the garden,” she said to him as they passed through the door into the landscape.

For a moment, they stood silent, gazing at the surroundings.

“I missed you,” she muttered, “I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.”

Harry cocked his head, “and why would you assume that?”

She bowed her head, “you know…” she said, “maybe you’re still mad at me.”

“Goodness, Amelia!” Harry exclaimed, “why would I be mad at you?” He chuckled.

“I don’t know,” she smiled, “I tend to overthink at times.”

“I try a lot over here,” her wolf said, making her chuckle.

“I had a lot going on in the palace,” he revealed, and then wavered.

“Are you okay though?” He questioned, “I might not have been by your side, but I feel what you feel,” he said.

“And I might have planted a guard in your house to inform me about your progress,” he said slyly.

“That explains the weird looking guard that stares at me weirdly,” she said, and Harry barked out a laugh.

“I can replace him if you want,” he offered, but she shrugged off.

“It’s okay,” she said, “I think I’m used to him.”

Harry smiled as he turned. When she almost died; she’d felt disturbed for not telling him she loved him too.

He deserved to be happy. He deserved everything good.

“I missed you too, Amelia,” he said, “so much.”

He was holding her hand now, and all she could feel was peace, love, and happiness. She wanted to scream out her feelings, just for him to realize how much he meant to her.

And when she connected with his gaze, he was already so close to her, and you know, their lips collided. This time, there was no guilt, no need to worry.

It all felt so right. Her head swelling, her stomach wringing in knots. She tightened her eyes.

She finally understood the meaning of love.

And yes, she could feel her family watching.