"I think it's time for me to show Lord Nathan a mirror…" King Marcel had this kind of a winning smirk on his evil face.
Nazneen remained silent then a plan came to her sinful mind. She turned her face to King Marcel and uttered, "My King, I think I should come with you...perhaps I can help you with the plan."
King Marcel lifted his eyebrow in confusion when he asked, "What kind of help?"
"Look, My King…" with that Nazneen began to tell him the plan she made and soon his confused expressions were changed into a satisfying one.
Nazneen let out a secret smirk, after all, she's been planning this for days. She knew she had to tolerate the stupid king as he was much more
Nazneen's throat was being slit by the fearless Queen of King Nathan. The other woman was terrifyingly afraid.Nathan gave her a gesture and she ran inside the castle with its door being locked from outside and the army of the soldiers were standing in front of it.They had to protect the Princess at all cost. It was a battle between the dragons and the King of medieval times.Then the brave soldier named Cyprus handed the dragon King his magnificent sword. The sword was inherited from him by his forefathers. He clutched the sword tightly in his hand...this sword he was holding right now has been slitting many throats, killing many enemies."Do you remember this sword,
"You mean to say my father killed my mother?" King Nathan asked with a disguised expression.Raya knew it, she was aware of the truth that it was King Edward who killed his wife by poisoning her.After all, she was a traitor, all these years after Nathan's birth, she kept on lying to her husband and meeting another man privately.She deserved death. She was the traitor dragon. And King Edward punished her.The sword which was clutched in the strong hands of King Nathan was slowly beginning to loosen.The urge to fight was no longer there. He wasn't blaming his father or hating him...how can he hate the m
On a fine evening, a woman was sitting before a mirror letting the makeup artists working their magic on her pretty face. Her sharp gazes moved to look at the woman who was standing right behind her."Willow, is everyone here?" she asked softly and in return, she got a positive reply, "Yes, my Queen. Everyone is waiting for you…"The woman stood up before glancing herself in the mirror, she turned around confidently lifting her head, just like a Queen.Wearing her dream outfit, she stepped ahead. The romantic lace over rich Dolce Satin, slim-a-line bridal gown from Stella York, featured a crystal beaded waist belt and a scalloped trim on its sweetheart bodice, hem and a chapel train. The back zips up under fabric-covered buttons that continue throughout the train. The wedding dress was a perfect a