The evening had just ended and after having greeted and thanked all the guests, the young woman was finally able to find her cozy bed. She should find a way to get revenge on the Sultan and she should do it as soon as possible... He had to understand that he was in her palace... Let's say in part and that it was she who was in charge ...He could have killed her! You can die from stress! He was sure he wanted to kill her. She stayed a long time looking at the ceiling thinking of some Machiavellian plans... She should reach him without him knowing it's her. Otherwise she was sure she was going to marry Prince Dukens and that damned Sultan was better than him. She heaved a sigh of despair. She should just take it all on herself and forget about her desire for revenge. For now... She really didn't want to get in the way of their union.It really wasn't fair!The Sultan was standing at his window. He looked at the moon and the starry sky. It was an evening rather... like no other. A smile

And it was by slamming the door loudly that the young woman proved her strong displeasure to the Sultan... She could not even say a word after his declaration and she had to leave the room not to jump on him... And moreover, he had disturbed her. Kaya was sure he was doing it on purpose but...she was powerless. She hadn't even had the last word, it was shameful! And all this made her angry. It was sure that he was going to make her stay here a hell... Just thinking about it, Kaya felt a fear invade her. No! No, Kaya! You have never bowed your head to anyone and you won't do it today. If he tries anything, you make him pay! And that's it! You may be in his den but you are much more clever than him... She encouraged herself. She pushed a long sigh which said a lot about her anger then closed her eyes to try to evacuate her rage. For the moment, she could not do anything. She could go back and slap him, that would be... fair. But she'd probably end up in jail. For now, the only thing t

The young woman looked at the mirror in front of her as she was being prepared for the wedding... Her wedding. It was all very ironic. She should be as happy and fulfilled as any other woman about to marry a rich man. She was playing a role, of course, but it was her wedding all the same. The Sultan was unpleasant and unbearable, but he was very handsome and a good match. She couldn't wait to see how many women would be jealous of her tonight. She smiled at herself in the mirror before concentrating on herself. She certainly thought she was beautiful, but... Too much make-up and those jewels which were already in danger of strangling her! She found the customs of this country quite funny... However, her dress was perfect. Much more perfect than she could have imagined. Even the stylist, who had seemed disgusted when she had chosen it, had congratulated her on her "good flair". She looked like a princess. A real princess, if you took into account the fact that she wasn't one. She sm

Their eyes locked. Kaya really didn't understand what was happening. She swallowed, feeling vulnerable. Her heart was beating at the speed of light... It was the first time she'd been carried around in princess mode. She felt her femininity awaken as she became aware of their proximity... And his hands under her bottom... She shuddered with excitement... Soon they were out of sight and before the young woman had time to realise what he was doing, Elzhar suddenly let go of her... She landed on her feet but had to rely on her reflexes not to land on her bottom. She widened her eyes and frowned, angry...It was too good to be true, she should have known that he really wasn't Prince Charming!- So, this whole circus is just to make you look good in front of your people? she asked, offended.He was already starting to move away from her, but stopped when she raised her voice...- I'll... wait for you in our room. he merely said before moving away.Kaya felt like jumping on him, but instea

Elzhar gave a nervous little laugh as he struggled to understand what his friend had just told him... The latter was looking at him with a mocking smile... He really was a blur... They hadn't even slept together... How could she...? Elzhar became serious again as memories of yesterday came flooding back. She was taking revenge. That was it. Revenge for what he'd done... That must have been it. He knew her well enough to know that this was her revenge against him. He smiled wryly before sitting down behind his desk. - Why are you smiling? So... Is she right? - We haven't even slept together, Harash. And I assure you she did it to get back at me. - Get back at you? his friend asked, confused. - Yes, she did. Sit down. Elzhar began to tell him the whole story. But he didn't tell him about the strange sensations the young woman was giving him. In any case, he was sure it was simply because he attached too much importance to her, so it was normal to be so lost... - Well, she's...