Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Heartless Princess: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

*This fic contains intersexuality, if you don't feel comfortable don't move on.*Deep down, anyone who could see her naked knew that the legend that that woman was a soul collector. Black ink snaked its way down the curves of her torso to her hips, etching her skin in glorious pride over nothing less than the life of those who wished her harm.As slyly demonic was it, the fresh body of an afterdeath by poison still lay on the carpet of her royal office, it was the place where he dealt with business... The very high walls, the books on the shelves and the paintings of his ancestors had already witnessed terrible misfortunes that that woman had already suffered for those who wanted her desirable body, or just her head at a price for to be so powerful and have so much at hand.Naturally, she left the room, putting the golden hijab on her completely straight brown hair and headed to her room, claiming that she was not feeling well. It was clear that he always felt extremely well after

Oh, what does she want? For me to kneel down and apologize more? Haven't I asked enough? Didn't Ursel do this for our mistakes? Why make this kind of relationship difficult if we are going to be in your country for a year?— I ask you to forgive my lack of common sense, I promise to improve these very inappropriate behaviors... – I paused briefly trying not to disrespect him and rolled my eyes.— Your Highness. – I completed taking a step back, letting Ursel be responsible for talking to that bitch. I just replied her arrogant security guard, I understand that I overdid myself for not being used to it, but I didn't need such an exaggerated attitude like that.I know I need to improve on this but it wasn't my fault that man was so rude. Maybe it wasn't impressive at all, since for all her bluntness she seemed to be just as much as he was in demand things around. She is not my princess.“I want time to talk with you, I am immensely interested in what you will be doing here, and I on

POV NarratorThe princess walked irritably in her room, waiting for Normani to arrive in her chambers to give her sequential orders.He didn't want the green-eyed brunette there.Her disgust was serious and true, she couldn't bear to remember a touch that she didn't allow to feel on her body, it repressed her wills and her feeling of good will. It wasn't she who left her home in Egypt and went to America, it was the Americans who came to her country, it was not she herself who had to adapt to their customs, but the opposite.When the woman, whom she designated her personal assistant, touched the door and entered the room, Karila He threw her a full, heavy look that let her know they already had a lot to talk about. For years Normani held that position, when he left home in South Africa aged 15 and moved to Cairo. Karila found her before getting married, her father's insistence to get married drove her crazy, but she resisted for a long time, Normani listened to h

POV Narratornext morningThat morning the princess looked good-humoured, her only thought being that her pretensions to frighten the foreigner had come off so well that she would sit at that table, and that woman he wouldn't be there, luckily for him maybe he'd left just yesterday. It was what she wanted.He never ran out of what he wanted.That morning, unlike the day before where humiliation seemed to have touched her for some time, she felt superior to her own uncontrolled feelings, it had been too long since someone had disrespected her or made her weak.She covered her face last, with the red hijab, leaving the opening in her neck so that she could eat in peace. Normani was waiting for her in the hallway, the door to the room next to hers closed. She walked beside her right arm, going down the stairs and walking towards the dining room.Her guests hadn't started eating, as they were waiting for her for that meal, and they were there, all sitting a

In that dayLauren's POVCompletely in love.Love at first sight.That afternoon I found the highlight of everything I went to do in that country. It seemed a sweet irony to realize that everything I was looking for sounded infinitely greater than the adversities faced up to that moment, putting millions of certainties inside me when thinking that we were going after something big and that I couldn't give up.Ursel is an interesting lead, taking into account that I don't have experience in face-to-face research, and that my area goes beyond the one there, she managed to give me a confidence that I only felt before with Mr. Gold. Every beginning is filled with our expectations, whether they are minimal or not, on our team there were four professors from Yale with a degree in History with a specialization in Archaeology, and they managed to be practical when explaining that we were following the trails of success.Rudolph defended that we should fall into the seduction of maritime