The Arrival

Amelia’s POV

The tires crunched against the gravel as Lucas’s car slowed to a stop. I lifted my eyes from the floorboard and found myself staring in disbelief. Before us stood the castle—Lucas’s home, his kingdom, and the place I would soon call mine.

To say it was massive, is an understatement.

I had expected grandeur. Lucas was a crown prince, after all, and I knew royalty came with all the extravagance I’d read about in history books, but seeing it… witnessing it firsthand was something else entirely. The castle loomed before us, its tall spires reaching into the sky, casting long shadows over the vast, open plains that stretched for what seemed like miles. The stone walls glistened under the afternoon sun, ancient and yet timeless in their architecture. Every inch of the structure spoke of power, legacy, and wealth—far more than I’d ever imagined.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Lucas’s voice broke through my daze. He glanced over at me, his lips curving into a soft smile. There was a hin