turns of the runaway. She wanted to sit beside her, but she knew Yamla would rather have herself killed than see her seated among the virgins. She came

bel, prettily dressed as she sat down beside her. Her face instantly

cond. And now she felt that her family came, the only one that mattered. "You look so great, Esmeray. Look at that beautiful hair, and the dress f

them, would signify and went to meet up with her father. Every one of the virgins was taken to the tents with a chaperone to have a chat with the man that chose them. And even though Esmer

rly. She had caught his eyes from the way she walked up the red carpet, her eyes fixed on her fingers as she fidgeted with them

oked like a bride already, and he loved the soft nature about her. As the chief prie

she had her hands clamped together, he knew she was nervous as hell. Who wouldn't be? For all the

er cheek, how she looked up slightly for a minute at his face before she quick

head in a ladylike manner that Ammar felt the way

d on the ring she examined, she wasn't in any way ready to acknowledge the presence of the King before her. She had her face covered with a net

Majesty. You want to meet me in person. I'll like to extend my appreciation for this opportunity, Your Majesty." She bowed again, her sweet and tender voice gliding thr

trailed off, not knowing what her name w

tle, "My name is Akash

her blush. "Will you be the Queen of Phaya empire, Akasha?" He saw as hi

alive. "So, yes,Your Majesty; I'd like to be your Queen." She felt as happiness filled her heart, even though she wanted to scream at Esmeray for not

cussed with your father. And th

m outside and in a flash, a huge white horse rushed into the tent, nearly taking it off as the horse neighed frantically in a way that sent a

t him with an unknown expression on her face. She tried to calm him down because somehow, she felt she could and while doing that, the veil she had on her f

his name, but she did. And her voice sounded alie