The king hesitates

The king had always treated Amelie as the daughter he never had. He had looked after her and cared for her ever since she was a small child, and he knew more than anyone how delicate she could be. Still, for the sake of saving his own family could he do that? Before he could finish pondering this question, Amelie piped up.

"Deal", her beautiful bell like voice rang loud and clear. There was no hint of fear or hesitance in this voice, but deep inside, Amelie's mind was racing, and heart was pounding to no end. Once again the prince and her eyes locked, and this time, she firmly stepped forward to come into the light. Amelie was wearing a thin, long sleeved night gown, and under the moonlight, you could see threw the cloth, making her frail curvy figure quite noticeable. Her long brown hair framed her face, and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed. She was a stunning sight.

"Very well.", the crown prince was once again unable to hold her gaze. He turned to his knights and ordered them to take the royal family away immediately. Her father, pulling at his restraints, called out to her. "Amelie.." She turned to her father and gave him a gentle smile, "It'll be alright father. Just stay safe." Before he could provide any type of a response, he was dragged away, along with all remnants of her previous life.

The next thing Amelie knew, she felt a knights hand on her own shoulder, guiding her the opposite direction, into a carriage. She assumed she was heading back to the imperial capital, Justia.