There was a lot of confusion amongst them as they all tried to play scrabble.
The winter weather made it so cold, it was better for them to stay indoors if they were not ice skating or sledging or snowboarding.
"I am out of words. I have a 'p', 'd' and 'j'. What do you have Mulan?" Naimah asked, tossing her hair back.
"Well, i have a ... sonic! Booyeah Miraj! In your face!"
"No fair!" Victor grumbled loudly. He handed his pieces to Naimah and walked away, looking for his friend Rajab.
"He's still in his room," Devonne offered. "He said he wants to be left alone."
"That's typical, he's thinking," Mulan said, crinkling her nose at Miraj who was biting his tongue a little too hard. "Right Miraj?"
Then he shot up, before wincing in pain. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
Vasheronne looked at Victor as he passed by. "Wanna come?" he smiled endearingly at her. She grinned and got up, following him. He led them out of that room, down a corridor, up tge staircase to the next floor. They got to his chambers and walked in.
"Hello Victor, how are... oh."
Vasheronne's heart fell at Rajab's exclamation. He didn't seem too happy to see her.
"I'm gonna... umm... go.... to my... my room. Good morning Rajab." She left without a second glance, rushing to evade the embarrassment.
"She still doesn't know which way to her room, does she?" Rajab posed to Victor who shrugged his shoulders.
"You go downstairs, i'll go upstairs. Take her to her room when you get her?"
"Sure bro," Victor said, going down the stairs in search of his small sister.
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"Are you okay?" Vasheronne heard from above her. She was whimpering sadly, after finally letting her tears run down her face. She looked up to see Rajab's granny smiling down at her.
"Are you sad?"
"No," she rubbed her tears. "Not exactly," she corrected herself. Soniyah laughed.
"Come with me, i wanna show you something."
Vasheronne got up and followed, smiling quietly. She wondered what to tell her. Queen Soniyah was interesting. She could smile st you while telling you that she was gonna squash you with a single eye roll.
She had stopped ruling because she had been diagnosed with blood pressure. Even things were going wrong she was still seen as the most powerful woman in India and Leicesteg.
She moved the masses.
When her husband died from Asthma-related complications, everyone thought it was the end for her. Never had a widowed queen ruled.
However, because her only son, Owen, was a minor, she stepped in and single-handedly managed to make the Kingdom prosper for close to 20 years. Crown Prince Owen was then crowned the new ruling monarch in her place.
"Are you coming or not?" she said to the princess promised to her grandson.
"So you will help me?"
"You're a woman. How can i not?"
"Actually, I am a... girl."
"Have you had your periods?" she posed, leading her into her chambers. Vasheronne smiked awkwardly.
"Well, yes, but..."
"Get in here woman. We do not have all day to wait for you."
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SLAVE OF THE HEART
FantasyWill Vasheronne ever find her way back home? Will she fall in love? Will she find a reason to hold on when everything tumbles down? Will she ever meet her family again? Find out in SLAVE OF THE HEART.