you.”
“I could only hope.”
“Good night, Jacob.”
He let go of her thighs, letting her get up from him. He watched as she walked away, back towards the tunnel that led to the castle. Her hips swaying with each step—and he never wanted her more.
Chapter 13
Amelia sat upon the soft bed, looking at her feet, but not really seeing them. In America, she had been nameless, faceless. In America, no one looked twice at her. Wearing frumpy clothes had been her mask, her way of hiding from the world — the world that had rejected her. Never fitting in had become a sad thing for her and had caused her to strive to be anonymous. Her mother had always told her to never stand out. Jacob made her want to stand out.
A soft knock on the door startled her. Was it Jacob? She jumped up and ran to the door. Throwing it open, she cringed as Edith stepped back. “Oh… I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
“Ma’am, I was wanting to talk to you about your schedule. However, we can speak tomorrow.”
“No, it’s fine” She waved her hands frantically to stop Edith from leaving. “It’s fine. Come in. You’re perfect! I need someone to talk to.” She really did. Someone that would understand that she was being thrown into something way above her ability. It was sink or swim and right now. She was sinking big time. “You see, I don’t really have anyone that I can talk to right now.”
“I am probably not the best person to speak to in regards to personal matters.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Let me get Fiona. She is better equipped to handle this.”
“I need ice cream. Do they have ice cream?”
“It is winter… In Scotland…”
“So?”
“I will check.”
Amelia watched as Edith used her cellphone to text someone. They would probably think she was losing her mind, but she just really wanted some ice cream. Whenever she missed her father or had a bad day, her mother gave her ice cream. It would be like her mother was still with her, giving her support and love.
“We should know soon, Ma’am.”
“I just want ice cream. They should know if they have ice cream. I can go to the store to get some. I just need to know where the store is. Do you know where it is? There should be one close by, right? Like on a street corner…?”
“Are you all right?”
“Not really. I don’t think I can do this. I’m having a hard time with this and I don ’ t think I can do this. I thought I could, but I’m not so sure now. I think it’s one of those self-confidence things. Yeah, I’m not good with self-confidence things.”
“Ma’am… Are you drunk?”
“No. I’m not drunk. I’m freaking out. I just happen to sound drunk when I’m freaking out.”
“Why are you “freaking out”? Is there something that we can do to help?”
“You don’t have to be so posh and use air quotes.”
“I apologize; however, I do not understand why you are using such terminology. You are the Queen of Scotland. You should act like a queen and speak like a queen at all times. To act as you are, after accepting the position, is beneath you.”
“Beneath me?” Why was it beneath her? She was human. Humans freaked out. They were allowed to. Mistakes were made, no one was infallible, and they could freak out. It was a right, Amelia was sure of it. “Are you berating me for freaking out?”
“Yes.” A knock sounded on the door. “Good, my replacement has arrived with your ice cream. Please enjoy it and have a good night.”
As Edith walked towards the door, Amelia threw herself face first down on the bed, pouting like a four year old. Vaguely she heard Edith leave and someone else take her place. “Just leave the ice cream and go, please. Also, you wouldn’t happen to have a television that I can watch videos on, would you?”
“’Tis one hidden in the wall, above the fireplace.”
Amelia’s head shot up and she spun around. “Jacob?”
“Aye, ‘tis me. Now, slide over and
“I could only hope.”
“Good night, Jacob.”
He let go of her thighs, letting her get up from him. He watched as she walked away, back towards the tunnel that led to the castle. Her hips swaying with each step—and he never wanted her more.
Chapter 13
Amelia sat upon the soft bed, looking at her feet, but not really seeing them. In America, she had been nameless, faceless. In America, no one looked twice at her. Wearing frumpy clothes had been her mask, her way of hiding from the world — the world that had rejected her. Never fitting in had become a sad thing for her and had caused her to strive to be anonymous. Her mother had always told her to never stand out. Jacob made her want to stand out.
A soft knock on the door startled her. Was it Jacob? She jumped up and ran to the door. Throwing it open, she cringed as Edith stepped back. “Oh… I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
“Ma’am, I was wanting to talk to you about your schedule. However, we can speak tomorrow.”
“No, it’s fine” She waved her hands frantically to stop Edith from leaving. “It’s fine. Come in. You’re perfect! I need someone to talk to.” She really did. Someone that would understand that she was being thrown into something way above her ability. It was sink or swim and right now. She was sinking big time. “You see, I don’t really have anyone that I can talk to right now.”
“I am probably not the best person to speak to in regards to personal matters.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Let me get Fiona. She is better equipped to handle this.”
“I need ice cream. Do they have ice cream?”
“It is winter… In Scotland…”
“So?”
“I will check.”
Amelia watched as Edith used her cellphone to text someone. They would probably think she was losing her mind, but she just really wanted some ice cream. Whenever she missed her father or had a bad day, her mother gave her ice cream. It would be like her mother was still with her, giving her support and love.
“We should know soon, Ma’am.”
“I just want ice cream. They should know if they have ice cream. I can go to the store to get some. I just need to know where the store is. Do you know where it is? There should be one close by, right? Like on a street corner…?”
“Are you all right?”
“Not really. I don’t think I can do this. I’m having a hard time with this and I don ’ t think I can do this. I thought I could, but I’m not so sure now. I think it’s one of those self-confidence things. Yeah, I’m not good with self-confidence things.”
“Ma’am… Are you drunk?”
“No. I’m not drunk. I’m freaking out. I just happen to sound drunk when I’m freaking out.”
“Why are you “freaking out”? Is there something that we can do to help?”
“You don’t have to be so posh and use air quotes.”
“I apologize; however, I do not understand why you are using such terminology. You are the Queen of Scotland. You should act like a queen and speak like a queen at all times. To act as you are, after accepting the position, is beneath you.”
“Beneath me?” Why was it beneath her? She was human. Humans freaked out. They were allowed to. Mistakes were made, no one was infallible, and they could freak out. It was a right, Amelia was sure of it. “Are you berating me for freaking out?”
“Yes.” A knock sounded on the door. “Good, my replacement has arrived with your ice cream. Please enjoy it and have a good night.”
As Edith walked towards the door, Amelia threw herself face first down on the bed, pouting like a four year old. Vaguely she heard Edith leave and someone else take her place. “Just leave the ice cream and go, please. Also, you wouldn’t happen to have a television that I can watch videos on, would you?”
“’Tis one hidden in the wall, above the fireplace.”
Amelia’s head shot up and she spun around. “Jacob?”
“Aye, ‘tis me. Now, slide over and
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