Chapter twenty-four

AMELIA’s POV “Alessia.” I called, when I noticed that she looked lost. “Yes milady.” She answered, snapping out of her thoughts. “Are you alright? You seemed…a bit lost.” “I'm sorry milady.” She said, with her head down. “Come on.” I groaned, “You don't have to apologize or bow, we’ve talked about this.” “So how long have you been having this nightmare?” She asked. “Just now. I haven't dreamt of such before, and it felt so real.” I sighed. “They're just dreams, milady, they’ll eventually pass.” She smiled, placing a hand on my shoulders. “So…we’re friends now right?” I smiled sheepishly, looking at the hand she placed on my shoulders. She hurriedly removed it as if she was scalded by hot iron. “I'm sorry about that milady. But maids can't be friends with people of high importance.” She muttered, and I almost burst out laughing. ‘Me? High importance?’ I guess I should tell her who I was already, but then a voice whispered in my head, ‘Be careful, whom you trust.’ But it wouldn't hurt to