The Prince's Indentured Bride

their first lady

“Make eye contact, avoid your pockets and take large steps. Joey, do you think a pair of sunglasses will do a favour of confidence boost?” Miranda guided me, and fidgeted through the section of different pair of movie square glasses to welding spectacles… that is some odd fashion choice!

“Firstly, I don’t have pockets,” I said, proving it with a little twirl of my turquoise wrap dress. “And, I am confident enough to replace the statue of liberty with mine.”

“And I even think I need to use the closed doors for a moment.” And this was the moment I knew I messed up when Jamie announced us to be seated, as we were about to touch the land in ten. “I think she doesn’t need one. Her eyes look sharp, and they need to pierce a few greedy confidences of brains.”

Joey was that introverted girl we all meet; the one with dark rimmed glasses – which did a good justice to her face though – and the aura of a geek, the person with very less words and lowkey savage when spoken to.

In opposition stood Miranda who loved talking, just like Husna, thinking of which I was reminded I have to even lie to her. I couldn’t trust her enough. Not because I had a problem with her.

But instead, as she was a very close acquaintance to Julian, and she had her good terms with Mom too. Above all she was a reporter, news reader, and the worst choice of profession I would prefer sharing my life worthy secrets with.

I didn’t feel good about doing this to her. But the situation in hand demanded it. So, I shall.

“You are going to be our Queen, and she is a snake,” I raised my eyebrows not understanding if she just now called me a snake, or was she referring to someone else. “Not you Ma’am, the prime minister. Olivia Bills.”

“Is she young and beautiful?” I asked, wanting to know who would I be dealing with.

“Absolutely. At twenty–eight she is from rags to riches, and is gorgeous enough to even turn on a woman.” Joey stated some hard hitting facts, and I didn’t like her savage side anymore, temporarily at least.

“No Ma’am. Your beauty and charm can definitely beat her.” I secretly smiled at Miranda’s compliment.

Today must be my lucky get – along – with – everyone day. As soon as we were in air Miranda introduced herself, and Joey was a woman with few words, and just after a few minutes the showed me the move in closet they have bought, and started going on a routine on what to wear, and gave a briefing about occasions to look forward to, and the styles I could look good on or worse.

I was happy. My hand involuntarily again went to the chain around my neck. ‘Keep this with you, a keepsake to remind me.’ It was that four–clover chain I had eyed on during our magazine shoot.

Using the transmitter, he even called in to Jamie, he said they were very old friends and mostly he flies with Jamie as the pilot, Hey buddy! Take her with care and love. Life lives in her.

Jamie had laughed off at that statement. And I was relieved that some sort of controversy didn’t end up happening even before I could land in Nicoman Island.

Finally, the wait was over and I took in a breather, along with another deep breath. I’ve landed here, to the place I left everything back there in Nainital and came for. And I better pray it is worth it.

I wanted to see a familiar face first, that is only one; Gabriel, but unfortunately, I was informed that he is a busybody with so many responsibilities so he wouldn’t be able to come and pick me up.

I had nothing to complain. I was okay with anyone who was warm, and ready to show around. There was another Ah in the list of my unfortunate events today that the prime minister, a slightly self absorbed lady, was the one being welcoming me; for the status I would be holding someone like her, holding the next strongest position should be showing their respect to my arrival is what Joey had reasoned.

That had made me like her savageness back. A good logic she had presented.

“Do you want to change into shoes?” Miranda asked me and didn’t wait for me to reply, “No, lets give a classy first impression. Never forgetful one!”

I sighed thinking about why did she suggest shoes in the first place then. Human beings are weirdly weird, and my vocabulary is quite limited for now.

With the approval of Miranda and Joey’s final Verdict that I was looking perfect with my frock attire paired with pencil heels, I got up from my seat as the door was opened, and I was shocked seeing the line of soldiers dressed in ash uniforms standing on the both sides at the end of the stairway.