"Are you alright, Amelia?" Margaret rushed to Amelia's side when she spotted her near the entrance to the dining room. She had been waiting to speak with Amelia but Amelia did not allow visitors.
"Yes, grandmother. I had a lot of time to think I accepted everything that had happened while I was away. What do you think the cook will prepare for dinner?" Amelia began to walk ahead of Margaret.
Margaret was confused by Amelia's calm behavior. Hours had passed since they learned her father had arranged for her to be married but it was not enough time for Amelia to have accepted leaving the castle. Something was fishy. "You can speak to me, Amelia. I won't say anything. I can talk your father out of this."
"Nonsense," Amelia rejected Margaret's offer. 'I'm sorry, grandmother but I cannot tell you anything. He's still your son,' she thought.
