Princess In Disguise

Chapter 19

"Will you?"

"I promise," he said, and kissing her softly, he went to the door and turned off the light. "Good night, love."

"Goodnight, Ashton," she whispered.

Ashton let himself out and sighed. What was he going to do? He knew, but what would his parents say? But he would do as Amy asked; he would wait until Saturday, meet the princess, and decide if he wanted to marry her. But he had already made up his mind. He would give up the throne to be with Amy, even if she didn't want him to.

Ashton then went back to his room, only to be confronted with Serena, who was waiting on his bed.

"Who said you can be in here without my permission?" he growled.

"I wanted to know something," she pouted. She was only in a robe, and Ashton could tell she didn't have anything on underneath, but it didn't even turn him on.

"What do you want, Serena," Ashton sighed heavily.

"Will you give up the throne?"

"Who told you that?"

"That horrible cousin of yours."

"Hmm, interesting."

"So, will you? In order not to marry me?"

"It did cross my mind," Ashton shrugged.

"But?"

"I haven't decided yet. You will know on Saturday with the rest of my family."

"So, there is a chance you will keep the throne and get married?"

"Again, that is a possibility," Ashton shrugged again.

"Oh, I am so happy," Serena said, jumping up and hugging him. "I want to celebrate," she said and dropped her robe.

Ashton frowned and turned away. Serena's naked body was not the one he wanted to see.

"Put it back on," Ashton said.

"But I thought you would want this," she purred, running her hands inside his shirt, as his back was turned to her.

"Not until my wedding night."

"That is so sweet," Serena purred. "Very well, I will wait."

Ashton could hear her put the robe back on, and he turned around. She hadn't tied it tight and was showing off pretty much everything. "Goodnight, Ashton," she said a smile on her face, then she left the room, swaying her hips as she went.

Ashton shuddered. "Maybe I should have stayed in Amy's room," he muttered as he got ready for bed and locked his door so Serena wouldn't walk into the room again.

In her room, Amelia pulled out her phone and called her parents.

"Mom," she said.

"Honey, how are you?"

"Good, and I have something to tell you."

"Oh?" 

"I think I am in love," she whispered.

"Oh really, with who?"

"The prince."

"Interesting. Does he care for you?"

"He does, but he doesn't know who I am."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"I will at the Ball. His mother moved the Ball to Saturday, and I will tell you why." So Amelia told her mother everything.

"That poor boy," the Queen said. "I am surprised you haven't told him. Don't hold the poor boy in suspense."

"I must though, mother. If he finds out now, then we can't rub this in his mother's face."

The Queen chuckled. "This is true."

"So, I want you to come on Saturday. Keep Drew home until then, and he can come here with you."

"Okay, I suppose we could do that."

"Then I don't have to pretend not to know him, right?"

"Yes, this is true. So, what are your plans?"

"Well, I want to expose the Queen to let everyone know what a fraud she is, and that she is spending all the taxpayers' money, and I think I have a plan. There is an officer here that will help us out."

"I am proud of you, daughter, for taking this whole mess upon yourself, and if that boy is willing to give up his throne for you, then he is worth keeping."

"I know," Amelia smiled.

"We will see you Saturday. I will bring your ball gown and tiara."

"Thank you, mother."

"Until then, my daughter, and chin up, that royal couple won't know what hit them."

"I know," Amelia chuckled. "Goodnight mother."

"Goodnight my dear."

Amelia lay on her bed, a grin on her face. She just hoped her plan would work, and that she would have her happily ever after's also.