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Misha's was so pure and beautiful, it could destroy nations. Her innocence made people willing to die just to protect her.
Alexander, the most powerful man on Earth, saw something in Misha that no one else did. He was the king of kings...
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Engagement...
The thought of being engaged, of possibly becoming someone's bride, makes me numb.
I am scared; I am filled with fear. My eyes are brutally red from crying, and the makeup artists in front of me, who were highly appointed and only work for royals, move their hands over me like robots. It feels like they aren't even breathing, or maybe they're breathing so softly that their breaths are inaudible to me. Isn't it the worst thing anyone could do? Yet, I look at the mirror in front of me, and I'm all decked up like a doll with very subtle makeup and a white lehenga, a unique piece in the world made by Bernard Arnault and his team. Even the chuda I'm wearing is made of red rubies and diamonds.
Koi mere haath kaat kar na le jaaye (I hope no one cuts off my hands to steal these).
I don't know why, but my neck has very dark and purple spots on my nape and side. I don't recall having big mosquitoes in my house, or maybe I do, and they just haven't bitten me yet.
"Huff, how much more time will you take?" I asked politely. One of the ladies doing my hair widened her eyes and said, "Sorry, Rani Sa, it will probably take 15 minutes more."
"Okay," I replied and started scrolling on my phone. The entire internet is filled with the headline:
"KING RAJASTHAN IS GETTING MARRIED."
My face is hidden, and I get to know that Hukum Sa himself has ordered the authorities to keep my identity completely secret.
He's sweet, I guess.
And to my shock, I didn't even try to look him up on the internet. I'm too scared to do it-maybe because if he finds out, he might snatch my phone away or, worse, delete my Roblox account with all those Robux. It's been two days since I last talked to my dad, and Naina Di isn't even here. I was so scared that I asked Karan Bhaiya about her, and he said that she went to London.
After a few seconds, I heard a knock on the door, and I gave permission for the person to enter. Soon, I saw a beautiful lady, probably in her late 20s, with a little boy, maybe around 1 or 1.5 years old. I smiled at her, not knowing who she was. She walked up to me and said, "Rani Sa?" To which I replied, "Hmm, aap kaun?"
