Just a heads up – there are four different versions of this story (Amfie, Jamber, Mamber, Namber), and in each version, the other versions did not happen. For instance, in this Jerome x Amber version, the previous Alfie x Amber version did not happen. What I'm trying to say is: Princess Amber is not seeing all these people at once, okay?

Anyways, I don't own House of Anubis. I wish I did, though – I would totally have given Jamber a go!

"Your Highness, are you sure you should've spent that much money on those diamond shoes? I mean, your kingdom is starving," Princess Amber's advisor, Jerome, said. He was following Amber closely as she was strolling through her gardens without a care in the world, wind brushing through her long locks. "I really didn't spend that much," lied Amber. "But they were super cute, Jerome!"
Jerome groaned internally. She was difficult sometimes. "Yes, but still. Ten thousand coins could've gone towards the poor, Princess."
Amber frowned. "You're right, Jerome. I feel terrible now!" she squealed. "What should I do to make it up to the people? Donate my golden hair? Give them the shoes?"
Jerome chuckled. Difficult, yes...but adorable too. "Just don't be so frivolous next time," he told her. "Spend the money on your kingdom."
"I'm so glad I've got you, Jerome."

In truth, Amber didn't just value Jerome for his advice. He was in his twenties, like her, and yet had one of the most important jobs in the kingdom. Jerome's father was a criminal, and had lived in the dungeons until Jerome intervened by trying to break him out – however, he was caught...but Amber's father, the King, had grown fond of Jerome's wit, charm and intellect and wanted him as an advisor. Amber certainly didn't complain; the boy not only had charm, but he possessed good looks too. Over time, Amber found that her heart sped up whenever he was near, that the thought of kissing anybody but him repulsed her. But she knew she was just the dumb little Princess to him – or so she thought.

As a matter of fact, Amber meant a lot to Jerome too. How could he resist her hilarity and sweetness, her otherworldly gorgeousness and her tumbling, Rapunzel hair? Yes, he had held an infatuation for the Princess since he met her, like many in the kingdom. But he knew his place, and it was not his place to kiss her like he had kissed other girls he felt this strongly for before. Not that those girls existed. He briefly remembered Mara, the stunning girl working behind the bar of his favourite alehouse, his first kiss – and he remembered how much he wanted to be with Mara, to hold her in his arms. But that was amplified by a million when it came to the Princess.

The palace gardens were silent, the duo soon realised. The gardeners were gone, and it was solely the Princess and her loyal advisor amongst the flora. "The gardens are magnificent, are they not, Jerome?" her melodic voice uttered. Her picturesque face was enraptured by the nature, Jerome noted, smiling. "Yes, Princess," he responded. He felt something brush against his fingertips, and found that her pale, pink-tipped fingers were lacing into his. Panic filled him at the thought of being caught by the King, but the panic was soon gone because she was holding his hand, and it was magical. He squeezed her palm in his, and watched as a gentle flush pooled in her cheeks.

"Can I have some advice, Jerome?" she suddenly asked, turning to face him.
He was surprised. "Of course, Highness," he nodded. Amber paused for a moment, considering something. "Should a Princess kiss her advisor?" she wondered, icy blue eyes catching his. Their heartbeats quickened, the intensity of the question baffling and unanswerable.
"Would you like my answer by the book, or by the heart?" Jerome smirked, eyes falling upon her full, red-painted lips. Amber returned the smug grin.
"By the lips, preferably," she retorted, and that was all he needed. Tilting his face down, his lips met hers, and it was everything he had imagined. His hands moved to touch the silkiness of her hair, and her arms locked around his shoulders. When they pulled away, his lips were stained slightly and she was grinning wider than ever before. "Best advice ever," she whispered, before leaning in once more.

I feel like this was so crap but I ship it so hard