You sit on the big table in the meeting room, waiting for that bunch of old men stop talking so you can leave and do something more usefull, like sleep your ass off.

You look at Amelia time to time, she is sitting gracefully as always, her face gently resting between her hands as she listen to them. You would like to leave and you know Amelia probably wants the same, but you and her are princesses, unfortunately or fortunately you have to participate in these meetings.

You and Amelia are friends since childhood, you knew each other better than anyone else, you practically grew up together because of the political events; but a few nights ago, after a lot of wine, you slept with her and now things are weird between you. Amelia doesn't even look at you, and when it happens to her gaze to slip at you, she looks away quickly.

When the meeting is finally over, the elders leave the room and you and Amelia stay behind, signing some papers as the silence stay put between the two of you, the sound of the old clock is the only thing that can be heard.

Amelia can feel her throat scratching, as if the words are tickling her. She wants to ask if you regret it, if she was bad at it, if you didn't wanted her at all; instead she just takes a sip of water from the glass next to her, her eyes rising discreetly to your face that is contorted into a closed expression.

Hm, so are you attending to the ball on this friday? Amelia asks trying to break the silence and act like everything is okay between the two of you, keeping her voice calm and her expression neutral. She puts down the glass and picks up the pen again, pretending to be fully focused on what she's doing.