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"The war is going to take place soon. We need to ensure we're strong enough and for that we need your daughter on our side," Khabir speaks, his gaze shifting to land on me as I stare at him confused. I turn to look at Abi, who seems to be in a deep thought, his eyes focused ahead. I look over at Baksh, the new King of Wazaer, whose gaze is already fixed on me, his face unreadable. Unable to bear the silence anymore, I step forward. "On your side?" I ask to which Khabir nods. "As a healer, right?" I know I'm good with swords and arrows but I don't think I qualify to fight as a knight and that too in a war. I certainly don't have any other capabilities for which I am to be kept in Wazaer. I turn back and start walking to Abi, "I need to have my attend--" "As our queen," Khabir's voice echoes in the large council room, making me halt on my steps, my limbs going still. ********** When the future king of Wazaer is forced to leave his lover and marry into a royal family, Baksh Khabir Maleki vows to rebel in a cunning way. He agrees to the marriage, swearing to himself that he will never give the throne an heir. Alavi Siraj Sattari is the youngest princess of Faraesi. Her siblings despise her for her half mortal blood and plain looks, making her feel like an outsider in her own estate. But Alavi has her own reasons to be favoured nonetheless, for she is a healer and not an ordinary one at that. Her life changes when she finds herself in Wazaer as a trophy wife and queen to the new king. She realises that she has bigger purpose to take care of, one that has got nothing to do with her healing power.
Chapter 1
