Chapter 5: Trouble (1)
Amelia bit her tongue. She suspected the prince had feelings for Penelope, but she didn’t know it was so bad he would threaten her.
Amelia stepped forward just as Tyrion turned around to leave. "I would do anything as your wife," she offered. "I can be the kind of woman you want."
Tyrion was tired of the repeated offer. "There are places around the kingdom where you can go to become what men want. Why do all of you come bothering me when the red light district still exists?"
Amelia blushed, surprised Tyrion would mention such a place so easily. It wasn’t what she meant. "I am a lady-"
"You’re not much of a lady right now. Stop bothering me," Tyrion said and then walked off.
This time, Tyrion didn’t care if Amelia tried to follow him. The dungeon had plenty of room for Amelia.
Amelia stomped the ground with her right foot, annoyed she didn’t get her way. She had dressed up solely to grab Tyrion’s attention, but she had managed to get the attention of every other bachelor at the ball.
"Why her?" Amelia muttered, trying to understand Tyrion’s interest in Penelope. "My father has money too."
Amelia saw only herself as the perfect one to become the next queen. She was social, unlike Penelope, who kept to herself. She carried herself as a refined lady and helped those in need to get the palace’s attention.