Confrontation with the truth

Jasmine’s P.O.V.

*Huff*

I am tired.

Tossing the orange into the already filled basket, I wiped the sweat off my forehead and crouched down to pick up the fruits that were scattered on the ground.

“Watching a Princess working is extremely a heart-wrenching scene.”

A deep voice echoed from behind which made me turn to the owner of that voice. A handsome man dressed in royal dark blue attire was leaning against the tree with his hands crossed over his chest while his eyes stared at me with pity.

Princess?

My heart clenched painfully inside my chest. Rose is right. I am always blaming her for my situation but the truth is that it’s all because of my stupid feelings. I crossed my boundaries and tricked a Prince thinking he would love me back.

Brushing off those thoughts, I looked at him, “You mistook me, Sire. I am just a peasant.”

I answered him politely only to earn a dry chuckle.

“That’s a misconception. You don’t know your true identity, Jasmine.”

‘How does he know my name?’

My head sn