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"Whatever is the matter, Princess Amber? Did one of your maidens forget something? Or is there something wrong with the gown and shoes I've selected, in your brother's honor?"

Baileywick then peered over the girl he had watched time transform from a tiny babe to a prized beauty. Finding himself filled with great concern. as Amber had not been and still was not one for having cold feet, second doubts, or very little to here she was choked up upon the entry of the grand staircase.

But here she stood, inches away from the grand staircase. choked up.

Standing stiff as the ice that graced the frozen ground outside, Baileywick hesitated to touch the shoulders of the young heiress.

The Wassalia season had just barely passed them by, and with that season of joy, had brought the people of Enchancia an even longer season of sorrow. As Enchancia had just lost its greatest ruler and was slowly attempting to progress towards the future.

The future being the only male heir King Roland had barred.

Standing at the top of those same exact stairs, with the same sized crowd, brought such pain to Amber's heart, Knowing that like her father's legacy, she was about to forever fade to the sidelines.

"If it isn't Sofia casting a shadow over me, it's James."

That resentment of never having the attention she desired, burning like a hot stove as she recalled how Sofia had been chosen to give their graduation speech she had been pining for since her first day of Pre-Royal Prep. How all the subjects seemed to smile when James was around, how even the animals came scurrying at Sofia's littlest cry. Even the crank old magician as she now deemed him

How all the subjects seemed to smile when James was around, how even the animals came scurrying at Sofia's littlest cry. Even the crank old magician as she now deemed him

Even the crank old magician as she now deemed him as, seemed to prefer her step sibling and brother over her own company

Amber, even felt that in the eyes of her own parents, she of the three potential heirs,was somehow the most easy for any of Enchancia to forget

Forcing a smile, she then assured the soon to be retiring steward, that she was more than okay. Not wanting to trouble him with things he could do nothing about.

Besides, Baileywick had always been there to show her that affection she so desperately craved, and never once had a negative thing to utter even when she knew she was being ridiculous and absurd.

Baileywick, was honestly just so delightful that way. She really felt it was too bad that he was leaving. Especially, since her life was starting to feel like a parade of never-ending changes.

With their father's passing, Miranda's moving forward to be some captain on the high seas, Sofia's engagement to Hugo, and now James' coronation...nothing felt like her life was going to resemble normal again!

Swallowing as those trumpets sound, Amber knew that no matter how much she hated this, she had to be supportive..

She was after all the one who had been born five minutes earlier. Was the one who pushed James to try to care about his legacy, and had been the strong one all prior to this moment.

Descending herself down the steps towards the growing crowd of family, friends, servants, and subjects, who waited in anticipation to watch Prince James received the grand King Roland's crown. Amber, tried to express the joy she so lacked in that moment.

Knowing James would be looking to always had and without their father she knew he always would.

When the anthem of Enchancia faded, Amber kneeled with the rest of her country before the marvelous "King James the First"

However, still being Amber, her gown's skirt had to of flared at least 3 feet wide on both sides...

"Hey!Watch those uglyyyyyyyyy-" Her topaz eyes glistened as she felt her frigid front soften. "Hugo?, What are you doing here?" she whispered, having figured he was out exploring the realms with Aunt Tilly, before his union day.

Blinking his gray-hazel orbs at the amount of green silk still in his way, he did his best to navigate through the seas of fabric to inch closer. Noticing the Prime minister of Enchancia was now giving them both a dirty look.

"I couldn't miss this historic day...Plus, I figured your sister would acquire my services at the coronation ball this evening," he answered causing her to release a soft "oh!"

Amber, couldn't say she was surprised though she had wished there was more there. Her fingers tracing the elegant silk patterns of her fan as she remained lost in memories of things that once were.

Before they had surpassed their studies at good old Royal Prep, Amber though having never courted Hugo, often had found herself sharing their thoughts with one another, partaking in his humor, and actually Amber, the more mature she became found his company had kept far better than Clio's or Hildegard's.

There was something special about the well rounded and intrinsic, Prince that just flared the smolder he had always possessed.

Feeling his hand brush over her own, her head quickly perked back up to find his gaze was back towards the ceremony but yet behind the rows of people, his heart seemed to be more fixed upon her.