The Princess's Affection

Chapter Three

Princess's POV

I have always been a princess of the underworld in a fantasy world. My name, which they call us, differs from various countries and ethnicities. In Nigeria, we are Mammy Water, and in Western cultures, we are called mermaids. Most people come to us for fame, revenge, wealth, power, and help. And when they are done, they will want to leave because they have everything they want.

I also wanted someone to genuinely love me and understand me, rather than use me for their selfish needs. I have always dated girls who use me for their selfish desires rather than loving me, and it irks me any time I remember it. Saddened by what has happened to me over the years, I have been on land. I decided to find true love and peace by leaving my kingdom in my mother's hands and going out to find true love.

"My beloved daughter," my mother said, "I hope you find what you're looking for, and I hope you come home soon to take over for me, as my mother had said." "You know that you're meant to take over," she continued, "but I give you sixteen years on this earth to find what you have been looking for and get the happiness you seek."

Two years had passed since I left my kingdom and purchased a purpose on this earth. I searched for a wife or a partner to be mine but found none. I got tired of searching and decided to make something important of my time on this earth.

As the princess of the underworld, I owned a thriving company, but it was a front for my true kingdom. My servants, who doubled as employees, obeyed my every command without question. The servants that were under me possessed people with things like sweets, biscuits, and chocolate, and whoever ate them joined us instantly. And there was no going out of it unless divine intervention, but if they wanted to leave, death was consumed in them.

I became a princess not just because I was born into it but also because I worked hard to earn my place. Being born naturally with magical powers made me more powerful and dangerous than my mother, but I never wanted to surpass her. I have always respected my mother and her rule. My father, on the other hand, wasn't involved in the kingdom's decisions, but he was a good husband and father.

Our kingdom has been ruled by women for ages and centuries, and this tradition will likely continue for generations to come. However, I was different from a young age; I was attracted to women and girls, not men. Initially, my mother was dissatisfied, but she eventually accepted me for who I am, an incorrigible woman, and gave me the freedom to live my life as I chose.

After my recent meeting, I decided to take a walk in the rain to strengthen my powers. I teleported to an alley, but unfortunately, I was injured and robbed, leaving me unable to risk teleporting back home. I might get stuck in a loophole or trapped in another realm with no escape.

Seeing the lady who helped me was a shock, and I was immediately wary of her kindness, as it's a quality I've often misjudged. Despite my initial reservations, her genuine care touched my heart, and I felt uneasy about accepting her hospitality as a total stranger in her home. She was a Christian and seemed untouchable, while I was a fugitive, fleeing from my past.

What struck me most was her selflessness; she didn't bother to ask about my situation or try to gain anything from me, which was a refreshing change from the selfishness I'd grown accustomed to. I was amazed by her resilience and determination to hide her pain behind a smile, even when her eyes betrayed her suffering.

When she shared her struggles with me, I was taken aback by her strength and generosity, particularly when she offered me food despite having little for herself. It was a humbling experience, and I found myself wanting to know her better and understand what drove her kindness and compassion.

It seemed like she was different, and I found myself drawn to her. I could have easily read her mind, but I chose to focus on her emotions and body language, which revealed so much about her character. I listened intently to every word she spoke, and I was struck by her beauty, both inside and out.

Despite the suffering she had endured, she remained unchanged, and that intrigued me. I decided to help her and be her support system, though I wasn't sure why I felt so compelled to do so. As I got to know her, I realized I was developing feelings for her, and the idea of corrupting and possessing her soul didn't seem so bad after all.

In fact, I smiled to myself at the thought of making her mine. But as she continued to surprise me with her kindness and generosity, I began to question my intentions. When she offered me her bed and insisted on sleeping on the floor, I was taken aback. After some persuasion, she reluctantly agreed to share the bed with me, though it was clear she wasn't comfortable with the arrangement.

As we slept, my mother appeared to me, and I knew I needed to have a meeting with her at Bianca's home. When I told my mother about Bianca's kindness, despite not knowing me, she was shocked and concerned.

"My child, I hope she's not pretending to be kind and caring," my mother said. "Or is she really like that?" I replied, "I don't know, Mother. But with time, I hope to get to know who she truly is." My mother nodded and said, "Let's wait and see, then."

As I watched Bianca, I saw her wake up and head to the kitchen to prepare food. After she finished, she showered and got dressed, ready to leave for work. I pretended to wake up and asked her why she was leaving early. She explained that she had to walk to work and couldn't afford a cab. I felt a pang of compassion for her, which surprised me.

As she prepared to leave, she told me she had made food for me and asked me to stay until she returned from work to help me get back to my family, who she assumed were worried about me. I nodded, and she smiled and said goodbye before leaving.

I was baffled by her kindness, and I couldn't understand why I felt compassion for her. I called my servants to bring me my car, toiletries, and clothes, and I instructed them to wait while I got ready. After I finished, I warmed up the food she had prepared and enjoyed every bite.

When I finished eating, I instructed my servant to send money to Bianca anonymously and warned her not to reveal my identity. I also ordered my secretary's office to be arranged and cleaned for Bianca to work in when I employed her.

As I waited for Bianca to return, I realized I was helping her because I liked her, but I needed to be careful and get to know her better. I couldn't wait to make her mine and end her suffering, which angered me at the cruel world. I was willing to risk everything to have her by my side.