As the words left the Prince’s lips, Princess Dhara felt doomed. She couldn’t even breathe properly. The man she despised more than anyone in the world had just laid claim to her.
“Never,” she said, without thinking of the consequences.
“It isn’t in your hands, my dear,” he replied, lazily playing with her hair.
She swallowed hard. Where did I go wrong? she wondered. This trip had turned into a disaster—a dark memory she knew would never leave her.
She tried to step back, but the Prince clutched her waist and pulled her closer into his chest. Startled, she looked up at him.
What is wrong with this man? she fumed inwardly. Why can’t he go to the other princesses? They’re waiting for him with open arms.
Just then, a servant entered and announced the Queen’s message.
All were invited t
