WithLoveTaz
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"𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉.
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇."
They told me her name would bring influence.
That her bloodline would open doors no campaign ever could.
That marrying her would tie me to the minister whose word sways cabinets and commands kings.
I was twenty-two, hungry and unshaken-
A 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓏𝒾 by name, born of legacy and cold-blooded business.
So I agreed.
To the alliance.
To the girl.
𝒜𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾.
She was fifteen when they marked her as mine.
Eighteen when we signed the nikkah.
I never saw her-only the tremble of pale fingers, and the quiet grace in her signature beside mine.
And then I left.
Now, at the brink of becoming the youngest Chief Minister this state has ever seen, they say it's time to complete the picture.
Time for her rukhsati.
Time to claim the girl I never forgot to remember.
She's the granddaughter of a man who could make me king.
And somehow, she's also the one thing in this game that feels... undeserved.
And now she's waiting.
And I don't know if I'm ready.
Because what do men like me know of worthiness,
when all we've ever known is conquest?