Amelia walked into her room, completely unaware of Gloria's death or the chaos it brought to everyone's lives. She walked to the door and looked at the guards with a soft smile.
"Hey, can you do me a favor?" She asked.
The guards immediately bowed to her.
"We are here to serve you, princess. Please tell us what you need," the guard smiled politely.
Amelia nodded with a childish smile.
"Can you arrange for some pasta? I am craving spicy pasta with a lot of gravy out of nowhere," Amelia said, looking at them awkwardly.
The guards looked at her for a good few seconds before they smiled.
Just this small wish? She almost made it look like she wanted them to do something big.
"I'll go and bring it from the best restaurant out there. I know a place." One of the guards suggested it, and Amelia clapped her hands.
"Awesome." She grinned.
She was about to return to her room when one of the guards who was guarding the end of the corridor walked to her.
