*Flashback continues*
She took the little jasmine flowers that the siblings were holding towards her and smiled, ''Thank you.''
It was a good thing that her father had eventually sent her here or else she would have always thought of everyone as the same. So what if everyone was afraid of her in her previous school, here they knew she was the princess, yet they were willing to be friends with her. They were willing to know her for who she was.
As the bell rang, the children ran out of the gates to find their parents. Amara bid her new little friends farewell and found the driver who led her to the car.
''Your Highness, His Highness has sent these over for you,'' The driver passed her the boxes of chocolates that he had placed on the shotgun seat, ''He was worried that you would crave some on your way back.''
