I am Prince's pampered wife

Chapter 12

In a secluded part of the garden, a figure observed the interaction between Pari and Prince Veer with keen interest, noting the subtle shifts in their expressions. Relief washed over him—could it be that the cold prince was actually showing a hint of warmth?

Nearby, Lily, Pari's loyal servant, interrupted his thoughts. "Master, do you want something to eat? I can bring it to you."

Veer glanced over but offered no response, his attention drawn instead to Pari, who was deeply engrossed in her meal. "You know that food doesn't have legs, right?" he said, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Why is he talking to me? Pari looked up, caught off guard. "Why are you saying this?"

"Because your food can't run away. So eat slowly; otherwise, you might choke." It was an odd way for the prince to express concern, yet somehow it made her feel... valued? No, that couldn't be right. He was just making a point. Still, she smiled slightly at his unexpected care when he sat down beside her and began to eat as well.

"Is the food so tasty that you're eating it like that?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Pari's expression shifted to one of seriousness. "We should be thankful. At least we have food. You should see how some people in the kingdom struggle to find enough to eat." Was he even aware of the hardships beyond these palace walls?

Veer paused, her insight striking a chord. He remained silent, feeling the weight of her words. He had always been particular about his meals, indulging in the luxury of choice. But standing here with her, he felt a tug of responsibility—a desire to understand beyond the confines of his sheltered life.

Meanwhile, onlookers were beginning to take heed, their curiosity piqued. The prince, usually so reserved, was sharing a meal with someone, and not just anyone—his fiancée.

In the shadows, Reyan scowled; he didn't like how comfortably they sat together. A wave of possessiveness stirred within him. How could she be there with him? Yet, there was little he could do. Their marriage had been decided, and he had more pressing matters to attend to.

The thought that she was now the prince's fiancée felt like a loss. It was like losing a piece of property—an unyielding ghost he couldn't shake. As his gaze drifted toward Niya, he felt a sense of reassurance. Niya is far superior to Pari, he mused. She has qualities that will serve him much better. This was the right decision—he wouldn't regret it.

The following day, Pari set off for the market, energized by the prospect of earning some money. She was on the lookout for cloth to create exquisite garments. Beside her, Lily skipped along, eagerly trying street food while chatting about everything under the sun. This place is bursting with life!

After Niya's marriage, her father beamed with pride; something felt lighter in their home. As for Reeta, she stood in the corner, tears glistening in her eyes, a mixture of joy her features.

An announcement rippled through the marketplace, drawing everyone's attention—an important reveal from the emperor. Pari's heart raced with curiosity. She had poured her energy into sewing, creating a collection she hoped would sell well. With each garment, she envisioned success and independence.

"Look at how beautiful these are!" Lily exclaimed as she tried on a particularly lovely outfit. "I feel so comfortable in them!"

Comfort is key, Pari thought, eyeing her friend's delight. As the emperor's announcement day approached, anticipation buzzed in the community.