✔️Princess Ugly Duckling (Completed)

The prospect

Naintara's POV

"But father!" I protested. "You know I don't want to get married. Don't you remember what happened with the Surajgadh's prince?"

"That was a different case daughter. Right now we are in midst of the crises." Explained my father.

The enemy kingdoms had formed an alliance and were planning to declare a war on our kingdom. Though we would win with good luck and planning, my father was doubtful about the probabilities of winning. Not to mention the amount of possible bloodshed and loss of properties and damage of crops. It was already a famine and our kingdom was trying its best to optimise the use of limited stock of grains. With the war, things sounded grim. Being a strategist and adviser, even I could not deny the real picture. Marrying the prince of Harsha Kingdom would ensure a strong alliance and keep the enemies away from plotting the war.

However the problem was that I was ugly. I mean I was simply plain person. Without crown on my head, no one would ever recognise me as a princess. However instead of moaning over my lack of beauty, I had always worked hard on improving my skills. My sisters were known for their beauty and I was known for my courage and brains.

"Father but why me? You know I am ugly. Chances are that your prospect would be rejected once he sees me. Why can't it be any other sister? Three of them are prettier than me" I offered another solution. Even my brother Vishwajeet sided with me. Though he loved all of the sisters, I guess he loved me the most. And why not? We have been raised together. We had learnt everything together. Be it sharing the same guru in education or making strategies in the battles. We were inseparable.

"It is because the king of Harsha specifically demanded for your hand. I even offered him to marry the eldest sister Madhulika but he was persistent." Explained father.

I wondered if the King had any misunderstanding. I mean he must have seen any of my other beautiful sister and thought it was me. However a bright idea came into my head. That would help me to get out of the marriage situation.

"I have one condition father"

"What is it daughter?"

"Father I want to meet the King himself before getting married."

My father was astonished with my request. Why on the Earth would I demand to meet my prospective father in law whereas I could demand the meeting of the prospective groom himself. But I had made up my mind. I would meet him and once he would see me, I was sure he would downright reject me. I was too ugly for any normal person's taste.