KELILAH’S POV
I let out a long sigh from my lips as I stared at my reflection in the ornate mirror. My face, flawless and delicate like a doll’s, stared back at me. A reflection of everything I despised—this life, this royal burden I had never asked for.
Being born a princess was supposed to be a blessing, but to me, it felt like a curse.
The thought of an arranged marriage—the one thing I had dreaded since childhood—now loomed over me, suffocating every dream I once had. A marriage to a man I had never met, a life trapped in duty. My future was a prison, and I was the prisoner, forced to walk willingly into a cage I could never escape.
“You look beautiful, Kelilah,” my mother’s voice came from behind me, soft yet filled with an authority I could never disobey.
Her reflection appear
