Her Dream Place

AMELIA'S POV

I stared at my bedroom ceiling.

The Queen visited me earlier. She was crying and she told me everything, she told me about Philip— about Prince Philip I mean.

She told me about Princess Dahlia again.

She sincerely asked me to come and visit them.

Of course I said that I can't since I don't have an excuse to.

She asked me to let Prince Philip visit me.

At that point, I was so stunned. I don't know what to say.

Am I ready to meet him?

Am I ready to talk to him?

At the end, I did let him visit me. Well, the Queen visited me by herself, who am I to turn down her request.

Charles said that he'll leave for the whole day for Prince Philip and I to have some more private space.

I am grateful for him because of that.

I cleaned the house, the cafe and the whole place.

I also wore a simple blue dress. I didn't dolled up that much since we're just gonna talk.

I baked cookies and prepared iced coffee for the both of us.

It has been two months since we last saw each other.

And