Yes, Your Highness (18+)

04

"You totally sounded jealous, girl." Said Sasha only a week later. She and I are out at the mall. She had gotten permission to take me out since it was the weekend, and she really wanted to get me something nice since the so-called wedding was on the way. It felt weird buying myself something that Riley would be able to see me in later. I winced at the fact that I was being forced to do this.

I didn't even want to get married. I didn't even want to be his mate. Yet my refusal makes it all the hotter for the entitled asshole. Sasha was humming while looking through rows of makeup that would look nice on me. I don't think I look good in make-up, to be honest. It was something that I would rather stay away from.

I get called a 'slut' each time I wear it. Sadly, as it is. I get body shamed a lot because I don't eat as much as I am supposed to.

"I'm going to say it again, one last time, Sasha. I am NOT jealous." I confirmed, and she was giving me that well-known look she is always known to give me. "C'mon, hunny, last time you got jelly over a guy was when you found out he was taken. And Riley isn't taken. Not yet."

"Don't think that this means anything. I really don't care to marry a guy who just wants my womb to bear him an heir. I don't want to bear his fruit-" 

 Wait, no, I'm not finishing that thought. Did I just say fruit?

I get cut off by her putting a dress in front of me. Then an elderly woman with gray in her hair came over. "My, my, doesn't that look lovely. Here. Why don't you go to the fitting room and try it on?" She questioned. And I forced a smile to look as polite as I could muster. Thanking her, I took the dress into my hands. Wandering away into the changing room only to bump into another girl. Of course, it was Samara. "Watch where you're going, freak." She said with an attitude.

"Sorry..." I say, as kind as I could make it out to be. But she just scoffed. "You better fucking be. I'm more important than you." I heard her voice, and it was starting to annoy me. I so badly wanted to rip her head off and feed it to the birds. "What's with the dress? Going on a date?" She asked, and I stayed quiet. Not knowing how to respond. "Oh, that's right. You aren't in love, I forgot. How silly of me. You must feel clumsy for going out and getting a dress for NOTHING." She thinks she was being smart about talking to me with sarcasm. But I was just as crude.

"Just like your brain, when all you think about is how nothing you say makes sense," I say. I went to walk away, then I was grabbed by my hair. She had the nerve to do this. In public? If she wants a fight, then she's got one. I wasn't in the mood to deal with her shit. She was just one of those normal girls I wished I were like. But her? Much less like. I loudly snarled at her, baring my teeth at her as if it were like I were to bite her. She screamed and let me go. Sasha heard the scream and made it all the way over to the changing room.

"This bitch tried to bite me!" Samara shouted at one of the women who worked there. "Not gonna lie, but it looked like you threw the first punch." Said the younger woman. Sasha came over and checked up on me, "You okay?"

"Just peachy," I say. Going into the changing room, closing the blinds. Sitting down, I was now in tears. That bitch will ever regret the day she handled me like I was one of her toys.

"Girl. Samara. You can't just attack someone out in public like that." Sasha nagged. "Oh, come on. She started it. I told her I liked her dress, and she dismissed that I even existed. What a prude."

Now Sasha's had enough. She snarled, and it rumbled the floor.

"You have no fucking right to call her that!" Sasha exclaimed, her voice laced with intensity. "She is loyal, kind, and honest, and if anything, she values her true self far more than the fake version of yourself that you're putting on right now!" Her emerald eyes blazing with passion, she continued, "You should be grateful that I even consider you a friend at all, because what you just said was completely out of line." In that moment, I could almost hear the gears in Samara's mind finally shifting into place, a flicker of realization dawning on her face.