KELILAH’S POV
The entire kingdom buzzed with jubilation, a celebration of the highest order. Their crown princess, me, was marrying none other than the king of Bazil, one of the most powerful kingdoms in the realm.
Everyone seemed to be basking in the glory of the occasion, except for the one who mattered most—me.
I should have felt honored, but all I could feel was dread. My life, every moment of it, was leading to this day. From the moment I was born, my destiny had been carved out, not by my own desires, but by the demands of royalty. Eighteen years ago, when my mother gave birth to Loveth and I—Girls instead of boys—chaos erupted. The kingdom had expected a male heir, as it had always been the case with the firstborns of the previous queens.
What had gone wrong? That question linge
