CHAPTER EIGHT

After the time Hope took a stroll in the garden to pass the time. She was feeling so bored. Since she became a princess consort she hasn’t lifted a finger to make her own tea let alone serve it herself. The amount of servants at every corner of the house caused a feeling to purge. She wasn’t used to this kind of life. All her life she grew up knowing that she had to work to provide food and clothes for herself but now she had people to do that for her. It was a foreign feeling and moreover she felt lonely.

She may be married but she never wanted to have a relationship with anyone and forget about marriage.

Her hands traces along the spectacular shaped hedges and trees as she walked about in the secluded part of the palace grounds.

She takes a sharp turn and her mouth dropped open. With a sleek and sexy side ponytail, a yellow tradition Indian lehenga and a flower made crown was the fourth Prince’s mother watering the little flowers and plants.