Chapter 18
"Princess, calm down before you go in there to see your father," Cyrus said when he caught up to Amelia. She wasn’t too far away from the throne room which was a good thing. There was still a chance to convince her to not go there.
"You should go see a doctor before you get an infection and die. Trust me, I am very calm," she replied before stopping causing Cyrus to almost crash into her. "How do I look? Don’t think about my bare feet though."
Cyrus quietly examined her appearance which wasn’t bad considering she just came from riding a horse but her hair was out of place. "You look fine, princess," he concluded.
"You really are dense Cyrus. Don’t you know when a woman asks you how she looks you should have the answer quickly? No wonder your love life sucks."
"No offense princess but a bad love life is better than a nonexistent one. You watch your crush from afar. My bad," he bowed his head after he saw her taken aback.
"I do not watch him from afar," Amelia denied the claim.
"Princess! Princess! I brought your shoes!" Gina yelled, running with a pair of shoes in her hands.
"Why does she remind me so much of a chicken when its head is cut off?" Amelia wondered out loud. It was always comical to see Gina running when she was panicking. "Slow down Gina."
"S-Sorry," Gina hunched over, panting as she tried to steady her breathing. "You can’t go to your father looking like that. Let me fix you up first and Cyrus, you’re just bringing more attention to Amelia with your bloody mess," she pointed at this shoulder.