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SARAH

The dress clung to my body, feeling uncomfortably tight.

If I had known that this was the attire for royalty, I would have made some adjustments. I stared at myself in the mirror, observing how the black gown accentuated my curves. It would have been more manageable if I hadn't eaten so much. I knew dinner was scheduled for 6 o'clock, but I hadn't had anything since morning. I couldn't even remember if I grabbed a snack before boarding the jet.

"You look beautiful, Milady," Samantha complimented me. I smiled, making sure she could see my appreciation through the mirror.

"Thank you, Sam," I replied, trying to find my balance as I turned to grab my phone. I attempted to call my so called fiancé, but it kept saying that his phone was switched off.

What on earth was he doing that he couldn't answer a call? It was already 5:40, and we still hadn't come up with a perfect lie for his parents.

"He better not ruin this for me," I silently cursed, contemplating how to meet him. I walked toward Sam and her sister. "Could you take me to see Christopher?"

Their faces showed a slight frown, but they nodded in agreement. I wondered why they seemed a bit scared.

"Right this way, Milady," Amanda said, gesturing for me to lead the way.

"Um, I think you guys should walk in front instead," I chuckled nervously.

They looked at each other, appearing perplexed by my comment. Did I say something wrong?

My thoughts were interrupted when they finally nodded and began walking toward the door. They held it open for me, bowing their heads respectfully. I didn't bother trying to tell them not to bow every time because I assumed it was a customary gesture they were accustomed to.

Tension filled the air as I observed the guards standing like statues along each corridor of the hall. Their expressions were serious and focused, holding weapons of various sizes and types.

Now I understood how prisoners must feel.

Suddenly, Sam and her sister stopped at a particular spot. "Milady, that's his highness's door," they pointed to a black door. Most of the doors in the area were either white or brown.

It was as if they cast a spell on it or something.

I nodded, expressing my gratitude, and proceeded toward the door. I half-expected them to follow me, but they remained motionless in the same spot. I took a deep breath before knocking on his door.

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