Dameer Esfendyar al-Badr, the Crown Prince of the kingdom in exile, has long ago forgotten the rules of royalty.
Too bad Mahin Arsalan is back to remind him of every last one - especially the one that had haunted him for years :
❛ what is a king wit...
There was something about the cold nip in the air and harsh winds that always seemed to sour her mood thoroughly. May it be the idea that layering of clothes bored her or the fact that cold weather was never merciful on her health didn't matter. The verity of the situation stood - she hated winters.
"Come on, M, will you please stop shivering?" Alara Demircan spoke from beside her just as another shudder tore through her body. "Allah, Allah, there are already two blankets around you!"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Aşkım, but I can't control my reflexes." Mahin mumbled, inching towards the lit fireplace while its glow crinkled against her eyes.
"I see your sass still hasn't quite left you." Alara spoke, finally propping herself down on the floor beside her best friend.
"I majored in keeping the sass intact forever - literally." Mahin laughed as she replied, the warmth of the fire seeping into her bones and liquidating the cold that had gripped her.
"That you did." Chuckling, Alara handed Mahin her cup of coffee she had picked on the way here - a double shot Iced Mocha that Mahin worshipped, earning a sheepish smile from her friend in return.
Mahin and Alara had been best friends for the past decade now, ever since Mahin had moved to Istanbul after completion of high school. Enrolling in the same college, despite majoring in different subjects, had cemented their friendship. Heartbreaks, fights, late nights and gossips - their friendship had seen it all, all the while standing tall and proud.
