In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 353

"And Prince Niko is 'Your Royal Highness,' then 'Sir,'" her mother added. "Though I imagine he'll ask you to use his name fairly quickly, given the circumstances."

Amelia nodded, fighting the absurd urge to laugh. Given the circumstances. Such a delicate way to refer to their impending marriage in just four days. She could not see herself calling him 'Sir' once married. Unless he really did have a pole stuck up his ass.

The car came to a smooth stop at the palace entrance. One of the staff opened the car door. Palace staff guided them through vast corridors lined with portraits. Amelia's eyes darted from one painting to another, wondering if she might spot Prince Niko among them, but they moved too quickly for proper examination.

Finally, they were shown into an elegant reception room. No throne room formality here this was clearly meant to be a more intimate setting for their first meeting. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over antique furniture and priceless art. French doors opened onto a terrace overlooking the gardens.

"Lord Falconi, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, and Miss Amelia Wilson," announced a uniformed attendant.

And there they were.

King Theodore stood near the fireplace, tall and imposing despite his sixty-plus years. His silver hair and beard were perfectly groomed, his posture military-straight. He wore a dark suit rather than formal regalia, but his bearing left no doubt about his royal status.

Beside him stood a younger man who could only be Prince Alexei, Niko's brother. He was handsome in a more approachable way, with an easy smile and slightly more relaxed posture than his father.

And then Amelia saw him. Prince Niko.

He stood slightly apart from the others; his dark eyes fixed on her with unreadable intensity. In person, he was even more striking than in photographs… tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jaw. His dark hair was short.

Unlike his father and brother, who wore subtle smiles, his expression remained serious, assessing.

A young woman hovered near Alexei, her beautiful face framed by calculating eyes, carefully taking in everything. Amelia recognized her as Lady Maria, a second cousin of the royal family. She wasn't smiling. Amelia knew who she was because the training she had taken since being in Wystovia had included the royal family tree.

"Welcome," King Theodore boomed, stepping forward to clasp hands with her grandfather. "Edward, old friend. It has been too long."

"Indeed it has, Theodore," her grandfather replied with equal warmth. "May I present my son-in-law and daughter, Ted and Gloria Wilson, and of course, my granddaughter, Amelia."

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