Broken Painting

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POV:

Under the blazing sun, there was a certain lady taking a stroll in the garden all by herself.  The stroll would've been nice but there was an intrusion.

"Have you been well your majesty?" asked the mistress.

"Yes, I been well."  Navier replied with a cold look. Rashta's  face slightly frowned. As Navier was about to walk away, the hem of her dress was pulled.

"I see, im glad my sister is doing so well."

"Rastha I warned you to stop calling me that. We don't share the same husband. There is a difference between a mistress and a wife. Now please let go of my dress." Navier said with a glare on her face as she looked down at the hand still holding on to her clothes.

"Whats going on here?" 

Rashta turned around with tears in her eyes, as she ran towards her beloved "husband".

"What happened Rashta why are you crying? asked Sovieshu, the emperor of the east kingdom and Navier's husband. Rashta did not reply, but she simply lower her head to face the ground. The emperor looked down at her and started patting her head whispering comforting words to his beloved mistress. Seeing this sight made Navier's heart ache as she was once again about to walk away, but was stopped once more. 

"I would like to see you in my office Empress." Sovieshu's voice sounded so cold towards Navier that someone would think they were enemy's, dying to hurt each other.

" Yes, your highness." was all Navier said before she went on her way back into the palace, with her heart aching more then before.

POV: Navier

Ugh, I cant believe him. How could he sound so cold towards his own wife, he's such an asshole.

I decided to take my time instead of directly going to his office so I decided to stop by my room.

I guess I'm used to calling it my room now. It hasn't been that long but I can barely remember anything from my world. Not even what I look like.

My image just seems,

Broken.

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