Triumphant return.

As Princess Amelia entered the grand hall, majestic halls stretched far ahead with elegant murals depicting ancient battles and heroic tales that defined the country’s history. Beneath the soaring roof, tall stained-glass windows poured a rainbow of colors onto the polished floors. It seemed as if every detail reflected the kingdom’s grandeur and strength. But nothing compared to the presence of her beloved parents seated proudly on their thrones made of solid gold, glinting in the light. With a wave of admiration for her queenly mother, Amelia approached the dais where they sat. Clad in her most modest robes, she took her place beside them, waiting patiently for her mother to acknowledge her arrival. The moment finally arrived when Queen Helena turned her shrewd gaze upon her daughter. "Welcome back, my dear," she said warmly, beckoning Amelia closer. Amelia felt a swell of pride under her modest clothing, knowing how much she meant to her mother. “Your Majesty,” she began respectfully, bowing slightly before continuing, “I have returned with important news regarding our alliance with Julan.” With a nod, she reached behind her and produced the scroll from Queen Juliette, presenting it carefully to her mother. Queen Helena grasped the scroll firmly, examining its elaborate script. She then looked up, meeting Amelia’s steady gaze with intensity. “Proceed,” she commanded softly, inviting her daughter to share the contents of the parchment. Amelia cleared her throat, mentally preparing herself for what was about to come out of her mouth.

Gathering courage, she recounted everything she had witnessed during her time in Julan – their negotiations, their banquets, and even their intimate moments together. Every word resonated through the vast chamber, echoing off the cold stone walls. And all throughout these accounts, Queen Helena remained stoically silent, occasionally frowning at certain details but mostly maintaining a steely demeanour. Meanwhile, Amelia could feel her heart pounding anxiously, wondering whether she might have missed something crucial amidst the flamboyance of the Julanian court. When she concluded her tale, there was a palpable silence filling the space around them. Slowly, Queen Helena broke the stillness, her voice cool yet commanding. "It seems you did not falter during your task, Amelia." Proudly, Amelia inclined her head, feeling relief wash over her body. This validation only deepened her affection for her mother, whom she knew would do anything to protect her people and family. Their conversation continued as they delved deeper into the intricate matters discussed amongst royalties. At one point, Queen Helena paused, seemingly lost in thought. She lifted her gaze slowly, meeting Amelia's eyes. Queen Helena stood and addressed those gathered in the throne room. "Princess Amelia has returned with great news and I have here in my hand a scroll from the Julan Queen. She expresses messages of peace and cooperation between our two kingdoms. She also expresses that they are willing to set up trade agreements for our wheat and gold while they will supply us with fish.

She also wants to set up two embassies one here in Sarella for the Julan ambassador and one Julan for our own ambassador. This is great news for our Kingdom. It is signed Queen Juliette." finished Queen Helena. Her words rang through the opulent chamber, causing whispers among courtiers and dignitaries who waited eagerly outside. Upon hearing the proposal of forming new diplomatic connections, cheers erupted across the throne room; it seemed as though everyone shared a sense of jubilation. Amidst the celebration, however, Queen Helena couldn't help but notice her daughter's countenance remaining somewhat subdued. There was a hint of sadness lingering beneath her eyes, unspoken questions left unanswered. Curious, Queen Helena asked, "What troubles you, sweetheart? Is something amiss?" Amelia hesitated briefly, uncertain how best to approach such a sensitive topic. Finally, she plucked up the courage to speak her mind. "While I understand the benefits of having Julan's friendship and support, Mother..." Amelia trailed off nervously, looking anywhere except her mother's piercing gaze. Detecting the vulnerability hidden within her daughter's words, Queen Helena leaned forward, sensing a possible discrepancy with the situation presented by Julan. Princess Amelia said she would discuss the matter with her mother on her private chambers. Inside the luxuriant private chambers of Queen Helena, Amelia found solace, seeking comfort and understanding amidst lush velvet drapes enveloping the massive canopy bed.

Together, the pair settled down, facing each other with open hearts and curious minds. They were no strangers to complex matters, but the weight of their discussion today required special attention. Amelia started by thanking her mother for trusting her with the mission. "Your faith in me means more than you know, Mother," she confessed, her lips curving gently into a smile. In response, Queen Helena wrapped her arms lovingly around her daughter, reaffirming her unwavering support. For just a brief moment, Amelia felt tears brimming behind her eyes—not because she doubted her abilities, but rather because gratitude filled her soul like liquid fire. However, this wasn't the right time nor place to dwell on personal feelings. "My apologies for not being entirely forthcoming earlier, Mother," Amelia began, her brow furrowing as she spoke. "During my stay at Julan, I encountered many charming individuals… some of which sought more than friendly companionship." Facing Queen Helena squarely, she went on, "There were several instances when men attempted to seduce me." Despite the gravity of her revelation, her voice held little trace of fear or shame - simply honesty and resolve. "However mother I did find Prince Omar charming he is Queen Juliettes son." explained Amelia, trying to justify why she allowed things to happen beyond mere friendliness. She kept her tone neutral, careful not to impart judgment or guilt onto anyone involved.

"Often times, it's difficult to resist charm when placed strategically close enough," Queen Helena mused pensively, understanding full well the manipulative power of attractiveness. The room fell silent once again, leaving only the faint sound of rustling silk and the gentle ticking of a clock marking the passage of time. Queen Helena smiled "Amelia you have a duty to the kingdom but you also have a duty to yourself. The advice I give you now is to pursue your heart and see where it will lead you. As long as it does not endanger the kingdom then you have my blessing. "Queen Helena assured Amelia solemnly. Amelia felt immense relief washing over her, her shoulders relaxing from their previously tensed state. Queen Helena always knew how to provide clarity in even the darkest situations. Now that she had gained permission, Amelia resolved to take advantage of this opportunity without losing sight of her responsibilities towards both her love interests and the kingdom. Overwhelmed with gratitude, Amelia buried her face against her mother's bosom, allowing tears to flow freely. Feeling protected and cherished, she vowed never to disappoint the woman who raised her. Knowing she mustn't let any distractions hinder her duties further, she promised herself that she would focus solely on achieving victory for Sarella and finding happiness in the process. The night hours passed serenely for Princess Amelia. After sharing an emotionally charged evening with her beloved mother, the princess retired to her quarters, her thoughts drifting aimlessly amidst pillows adorned with lavish brocade patterns. Drenched in moonlight filtering through the windowpanes, she lay there, contemplating her fate. Alone in the quiet sanctum of her boudoir, she reluctantly admitted the truth: despite the recent events, Amelia desired passion and fulfillment just as fervently as anybody else.