Prologue

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Basima's POV :

The moment my child was conceived I knew it would be a girl. It had to be a girl. I had so much to lose; my marriage,my honour but most of all my money. I could live without my marriage and honour but I would never be able to bear the loss of all my riches, all my hard work and sacrifices thrown away-and for what reason? A mere child. My face moulded into a bitter expression. No, it had to be a girl, I refuse to tolerate anything less.

As soon as my child was born I ordered them to check the gender and to my delight and satisfaction it indeed was a girl. The flood of relief and comfort I felt as the sweet words teased my ears:"Its a baby girl!"
I had done it, I had produced a daughter for my husband that would (as promised according to the contract) marry the kings son. Therefore securing our families wealth and my material comforts!

I cast my eyes towards my child in the heat of frenzy and another score on my part; as promised she was the most beautiful child in all the kingdom and if she wasn't, I thought to my myself sourly, then I would kill anyone who stood in our families way.

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"Simba"I cried as my husband approached me, he simply ignored me and asked"What is its gender?"

A smile spread through my lips without me realising "It's a she!"

He smiled at me for a moment before saying "Good" after that he was silent.

"Does this please you?" I asked when the silence started to eat me up.

"It...it pleases me greatly" he treated me to a small but quick smile."This child will be trained to take her place as queen of our kingdom next to the kings son. She will have nothing less than elegance and perfection."he pronounced.

"Yes nothing less than perfection" I repeated as he brought my fingers to his lips before saying:"well done my love."

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