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"So what were you saying?" He whispered into her ears and she shivered. "I....I....I... said you look like him" she replied like the softie she was. "And if I were him?" He asked with a smirk while holding her chin. "Then why did you leave me?" She asked and her voice almost shook from fear. "Get a grip on yourself first, I don't want a softie as my Queen" He said and released her chin before walking away glamorously. ******* Brielle was bethroted to Hector, a knight of the palace. She loved him with all her heart and always wished for him to become her husband. But one day, a war broke out which involved Tamil, Brielle's kingdom and a neighbouring kingdom. Hector goes to defend and fight for his kingdom and forgets to protect himself. He dies on the battlefield. News reaches the whole kingdom of the loss of thousands of knights. The news of Hector's death reaches Brielle. She becomes a depressed soul for two years until she meets a person who looks exactly like her dead bethroted. Guess who he is, he is the prince of Tamil kingdom. Brielle then tries everything she can to get closer to the prince hoping he is her dead Hector.
CHAPTER ONE
