Princess Ameera

As a young royal messenger, I'd never imagined my life would change so fast. I had a solid job, a bright future, and Rachel—my kind, beautiful girlfriend. We'd been together a year, and I’d been planning to ask her something serious. Then came today. The king’s court was packed. Princess Ameera, famously headstrong, stood defiantly beside her father as he bellowed, “You will marry Prince Albert or choose another husband now!” The princess’s face twisted in disgust. “I will not marry Albert.” “Then choose someone. Immediately.” She scanned the room—then pointed straight at me. “Fine. I’ll marry him.” Gasps echoed off the marble. My knees nearly gave out. Rachel’s eyes found mine—confused, betrayed. I opened my mouth, but no sound came. The king paused, then boomed, “Very well. Let the wedding be arranged!” My life with Rachel crumbled in that instant. And I, a humble messenger, suddenly found myself on a path I never asked for—toward a crown, a furious fiancée, and a royal mess.