A princess is born to live a fairy tale; it’s her fate even before her first breath.
But this fairytale has been damned
When a princess was proclaimed a future queen
the future queen turned to be a slave
the slave became a courtesan
the courtesan cursed herself
to achieve her ultimate aim
It’s said that the king’s ire is the worst the world can ever face… it’s synonym of death, war and destruction. Nothing can then stand it! Absolutely nothing…
But a woman’s wrath can be much more devastating when her heart is filled with pain, anger and hatred because she can go any extent to achieve her revenge even if it means her own destruction.
N/O: hi lovely people, this will be a swasanian story plunged centuries ago. It’s the first time u write something like that and hope that you will like it, tell me what this small introduction inspires you.
And ha, I know I’m a bit late in my other stories but don’t worry I’ll be more regular after the end of Ramdan.