—Palace—
"Are you sure? Is she exactly how I want?" Malika-e-Jahan asked, looking at a girl's portrait.
"Yes Mallika. I have confirmed it myself. She might not be clever-"
"I don't need her to be clever. I need her to be obedient and more beautiful than Amrit." Malika-e-Jahan fumed.
"She is exactly like you want and no matter how much the King of Palkhed tries to hide it, she is a little slow. She understands things a little late. But overall she is beautiful, belongs to a royal family and according to your liking."
"That is enough. I just need her to give birth to Omar's child. Nothing more." With that Malika-e-Jahan picked a small bag of gold coins and handed it over to the old lady. She took it with greed and happiness in her eyes.
"God bless you Malika." She said and left with
