Prologue*2 weeks before* I remember mum’s exact words. Like her last words to me about my betrothed marriage. She had said, “All of this looks so bad, child, but try fixing it”. I have always looked up to mom as a very realistic person. A woman of principles, virtues and love for her family, I adored her. She had this perk of being protective of her home and deals with it just right. That day exact replayed in my head over and over again like a broken brick, fixing over and all over again. I had attempted to convince my mum to stop this, looking forward, raising my chin up and stabilizing my shoulders like a true royal princess. “You, you can fix this. Why won’t you?”, I had said to her. Mrs. Sanders was an epitome of a perfect queen. She had been a peasant long enough even before she became a royal queen of England. She looked younger than her age and is a mouthwatering beauty. “To fulfil all righteousness, child. You will understand sooner or later. Pray th
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