CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

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He shakes his head with a stiff smile ''You know, if your father the King is not way over his head to get you to be married, he should have left you to rot in your bitter bile self so you can grow old and die alone. Because if it were left for you to sort out a man by yourself..i am sure no man you find in his right senses would spend a day with you without running for the hills''

She laughs ''You think any man would refuse me? Me, the royal princess? You do not see how they all stare at me in this room with hunger in their eyes, hoping that i give them the time of the day. You do not see them praying that i was theirs or that i allow them or indulge them a moment? Do you not think i can make any man eat out of the palm of my hand..my royal delicate fair hand?''