Jasmine’s P.O.V.
Alexander came to me at night, but I pretended to be asleep to hide my swollen eyes from crying. I know he would be worried to see me like this, so I decided to act in front of him. Thanks to Goddess, he bought it and didn’t disturb me.
In the morning, I was welcomed by James, who served me breakfast. He was so respectful towards me that I started to get annoyed with the word “Your Highness.”
“James, can you please stop calling me Your Highness? I am not feeling comfortable with you calling me this.”
“So how should I address you, Your Highness?” he inquired.
“Call me Jasmine.” I told him.
“His majesty will slit my throat if I call you by your name. I can’t.” He placed a hand on his chest with horror in his eyes.
“Ok, at least you can call me Jasmine
