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I remember it ever so clearly. I was sixteen when it happened. An event that changed the course of my life.
Let me start over, My name is Isbah Rumar. I have lived in the Kingdom of Saldoun for as long as I remember, specifically, within the province of Rysore. This is my story. A story of many sides and emotions, a story of a lifetime.
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Isbah drove a comb through her hair which flowed to her lower back like ocean waves. Her black hair shone giving a gorgeous dark shade. Her skin was fair like snow with a light tan, almost making her look a light shade of olive. Her face was delicately molded with smooth reddish cheeks and an upright nose, slightly wide at the bottom. She had plump rosy lips and large almond/does-like eyes holding the most glorious color explosion. She had orbs of blue with a bit of orange and green towards the center, their internal patterns with the mix of two colors like those of galaxies- a mesmerizing look
This is what Isbah would somewhat look like but with the eye color in the above picture
She had an average height of around 5 feet and a few inches as most other girls her age did. Her body was slim with the slightest plumpness to accentuate her beauty. She was dressed in a fancy maroon frock with full sleeves that flowed to her knees along with a wide marron trouser. Two large golden earrings hung from her ears adding more elegance.
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My precious flower
Historical FictionIsbah Rumar is a lively and kind girl who lives in Rysore with her loving family. One fateful day, she receives a proposal from the prince but she isn't ready for such a commitment, that too with a complete stranger. She has much to accomplish in he...