Chapter 158
Amelia was tempted to smack him in the face with a book and see if that would do the trick to hurt him. "This conversation is over Killian," she said
"A shame. It was starting to get entertaining again. I hope you don’t forget my suggestion. It might not seem like it but it is the most I have been tortured in years."
"Sure," Amelia replied in a sarcastic tone. "You just sound like a horny bastard. Where have you been all day?"
"You are starting to sound like a wife. I was cleaning out the castle for our wedding. Thought you would enjoy it being pest free. I deserve a kiss," said Killian.
"For doing something you are required to do? No," Amelia replied. She flipped through the book in her hand looking at the drawings her mother had. For the first time in years, she wondered when did her mother have time to draw and create characters for the stories she told. There were responsibilities as queen, a mother, and then her husband’s affairs.
Amelia knew the more she explored these stories which were once happy memories, she would come to feel angry, hurt, and guilty for not picking up on the things her mother faced in the castle.
"This seems to be an interesting story. In the middle of the night, the queen found the princess missing. She searched high and low, sending the guards to bring the princess home but there was no sign of the princess. When the sun rose, the king was the one to find the princess. The king did not speak of what happened to the princess but the queen feared her daughter was in the hands of a witch," Killian read a page out loud. "Did anyone ever mention you going missing?"
"No," Amelia shook her head. "I never heard of it in the castle and when I stepped foot outside the castle there was never any mention of it. My grandmother never brought up me going missing and she has told me many stories of my youth."
"Perhaps anyone outside the castle wasn’t informed you had gone missing. Maybe this," Killian tapped the books. "Is exaggerated. The guards might not have been alerted and it could have been a matter between your mother and father. Where either you wandered off, someone took you, your father took, and your mother searched but your father brought you back."
"Back from where? And who could be this witch she speaks of? Is it an actual witch or is this just a bad character I have to figure out? My father must have been a part of wherever I went since he brought me back. Did he try to kill me? I’ve heard he didn’t think I was his child," Amelia said, trying to find a motive.