"Well, he must have been so old," I commented.

Amelia stopped at a door and looked at me. "Get ready to meet the rest of your family. Although, you might find them quite queer."

The doors opened, and we walked to what looked like a common room and a living area together. I counted five people in the room. However, two notable ones dressed differently from the rest. A man and an elderly woman, around the age of Amelia.

"My princess," said one of the helpers with a slight bow. I acknowledged her with a nod of my own.

"Mabel," said Amelia to the woman. "And Brooke. What's with all...