Princess Jasmine
🏆| A Prize to be Won.
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The cool evening breeze swept through my hair as I leaned over the balcony, gazing up at the night sky. Stars glittered like scattered jewels, and for a moment, I imagined chasing them—being anywhere but here, trapped in a life scripted before I was even born.
Moonlight cast a soft, silver glow, but it couldn’t reach the weight in my chest.
Marriage? To a prince?I murmured, the words catching like something bitter. My fingers curled tighter around the railing.
I’ve never even seen past these palace walls. How can I choose someone to love—when I’ve never been given a single choice at all?The question, as always, went unanswered. The stars didn’t care. The wind just carried my voice away. Boots on stone pulled me back. I didn’t need to turn.
Princess Jasmine,the guard’s gravelly voice said.
The Sultan requests your presence. Another suitor has arrived.I sighed.
Another one?I said flatly.
Of course there is.Rubbing a hand over my face, I added,
Fine. Let’s get this over with.I followed him down corridors lit by golden sconces and heavy silence. I’d walked this path too often—each time to meet another polished prince with hollow charm, none seeing me for who I really was. Not a prize. Not a possession. Just… me. In the throne room, I spotted Father at once, his voice bright with excitement as he addressed a tall, confident man I didn’t recognize. They never changed. I slowed, arms folded. They didn’t even notice me until the guard cleared his throat. Father lit up.
Ah! Jasmine, there you are, my dear.I forced a smile and stepped forward, regal despite the irritation simmering inside me.
I want you to meet someone quite special,Father said, gesturing to you, a handsome man beside him.
This is Prince… ah—He paused, chuckling, scratching his head.
Forgive me, what was your name again?I raised an eyebrow. Another one. Just another name I’d be expected to remember—before forgetting him by morning.