Princess Amelia: WHY ARE YOU HERE, LITTLE BOY?
Boy: I had to find you. It took me three days to walk here.
Chancellor Vance: Three days? Where are your parents, boy?
Boy: My dad is gone. And my mom...
The boy swallowed hard, tears welling up in his bruised eyes.
Boy: My mom told me to come to this exact address. She said the princess would keep me safe.
Princess Amelia: I don't understand. Who is your mother?
Chancellor Vance: This is a scam, Amelia. A beggar's trick to extort money from our estate.
Boy: It's not a trick! I have proof!
The boy reached deep into the torn pocket of his jeans. His small, trembling hand emerged, closed in a tight fist.
Guard Thomas: He's got something in his hand! Step back, Your Highness!
Princess Amelia: Stand down, Thomas! He's just a child.
The boy slowly opened his small hand. Resting in his dirty palm was a heavy, glowing silver royal crest emblem.
A soft, magical chime seemed to echo through the silent hall as the emblem caught the light.
Boy: PLEASE LET ME LIVE WITH YOU! MY MOM SAID TO LIVE WITH YOU!
Amelia took a sudden step back, her hands flying to her mouth.
Princess Amelia: THAT CREST... IT CAN'T BE!
Chancellor Vance: Impossible. That emblem was lost a decade ago.
Princess Amelia: Leo? Is your name Leo?
Boy: Yes. How did you know my name?
Amelia pushed past her armored guards, ignoring the gasps of the wealthy guests. She knelt down on the hard marble floor, her expensive white gown pooling around her.
Princess Amelia: Oh my god. You're Eleanor's son.
Amelia pulled the dirty, tearful boy into a fierce embrace, holding him tightly as the crowd watched in breathless silence.