Damsel In Success

“Whatever happened to the good old days where princes save princesses?” Charlotte asked, leaning over the sofa. Her golden locks pool on the rose patterned couch cushions. Amelia’s ambrosia eyes travel from her embroidery project to Charlotte, a delicate smile curling her mouth. She tucks a loose chestnut curl behind her ear, looking to her needlework once more.

“I haven’t a clue what you mean,” she pokes the needle through the underside of the tan cloth. Beside her, Charlotte groans and turns, her back now resting on the back of the couch.

“Oh, come on, Ame. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Amelia’s heart jumps in her chest at the nickname. There wasn’t much implication behind it on her friend's part, but every time Charlotte spoke it, Amelia always thought of the French equivalents.

Movement from Charlotte leaning all the way back until her head rests on the cushion draws Amelia’s light gaze to the golden crowned beauty. A soft chuckle vibrates her vocal chords. This is what she loves about the lovely girl. She was always demanding attention.

“Do I now? Just the other day a prince saved you in shining armor, no?”

Charlotte rolls her almond-shaped eyes before directing the honey colored gaze to the ceiling. “That doesn’t count. He only gave me directions.”

Amelia laughs. “And thank the Gods he did. Who knows where you’d be now had he not.”

Charlotte’s cheeks puff up, a gorgeous rose dusting her porcelain skin. “Shut up, Ame. I’m not that directionally challenged.”

Amelia raises a brow and looks to Charlotte. She reaches out and cups Charlotte’s warm cheek in her right hand. “I think I must disagree, lovely.” Amelia leans closer, letting her thumb brush against Charlotte’s soft cheek. “I mean, truly, look where you are now.”

Charlotte sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, chewing on it. She lifts her hand, resting it over Amelia’s as her lids lower.

“Ame,” she breathes, and Amelia chuckles, leaning closer.

“Princess!” A guard shouted, entering the room. Charlotte startles and Amelia sighs. She looks to the door hiding the displeasure from her features, but not disguising the taut tone in her voice.


“Prince James is in need of saving. He’s, uh,” the guard's gaze jumps from the princess to the ceiling. “He’s gotten himself tangled up with another dragon.”

Amelia touches a hand to her forehead. “Of course he has,” she takes a moment and breathes. “Very well, I’ll go now. Prepare my horse and clothing.”

The guard nods and leaves the room. A gentle tug on her sleeve draws Amelia’s gaze to Charlotte.

“Don’t give me that look, lovely. I’ll be just fine.” she takes a thick strand of Golden hair and pulls it to her lips. “When I return, we can continue where we left off.” Amelia winks and lets the hair drop back to Charlotte’s side before standing.

“Ame!” Charlotte said, stopping Amelia. “Please, be careful. I can’t lose you too.” there are tears in her voice and glistening in her eyes.

“Worry not, lovely. You asked me earlier what happened to all the princes saving the princesses.” Amelia lifts a delicate hand to Charlotte, her smile morphing into a smirk. She runs her thumb over the girls lips as she says, “What happened was that we princesses simply grew a pair.”




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