"Why?" I asked dumbfounded "What is the point of this union?" I cried. How could anyone be so cruel and cut off from his human emotions? "For power,.."He began and paused. Not out of guilt but rather out of flavouring of the emotions and contentment. He's feeding off my pain, I realised. I quickly schooled my facial expression of one of indifference. I stepped beside him to look out the view from his office window wall. And I let out one word he never expected me to. "I request divorce from you" I asked in a blank tone, forcing myself to seem indifferent to the pain raging inside of me. Sheikha Nusaybah Ahmed a royal jewel to her country, possibly the next queen of her district, although very reluctant to become a part of the royal line as she has a different passion. To study the art of medicine, for one simple reason, To help people. When her grandma uses her passionate manipulation to mend a rift among the family, Nusaybah readily agrees, causing her to be a pawn in a mad game for power, where love is not the priority and a chess game becomes reality.