Amelia stared at the ceiling of her new bedroom suite, the moonlight casting soft patterns across the dark room. The royal residence wing was eerily quiet at this hour, so different from the constant bustle of the day. She'd spent the last hour carefully unpacking a few personal items like photographs, favorite books, small treasures from her life before becoming Princess Amelia of Wystovia. Weird, she knew, to be doing this on her wedding night.

But the wedding reception had ended hours ago. ...