Jasmine's little wish

The carriage moved away from the city to the harbour. This is Jasmine's second visit to this place, the first being when she had to flee to Jogtunham. It's also ridiculous to say that this port is a place full of pain, where she has buried many memories. Stepping onto the wooden plank, stepping onto the boat, the other guards were helping them move in. In fact, since leaving the red light district, Jasmine has not asked Prince Will where he will take her. It seemed that she was used to being arranged by others without bothering to ask where she was going. When she was in the red light district, how could she survive if she just did what she wanted to do? Perhaps she understands that it is best to just be obedient.

The sea breeze swirled around her, causing the blanket she was wrapping around her body to slide down, her black hair like night fluttering in the sea breeze. The sailors, and the guards, all looked at her, dumbfounded. Under the sparkling sunlight of the sea, she was like a gift from the gods to mortals. They looked at her so that their souls were swept away by the sea breezes far away. Jasmine didn't care much if anyone was looking at her, for her soul was still sending out into the great waves, pounding the hull of the boat, creating a piece of strange music.

"Jasmine, if you don't mind, could you hide your appearance?"

Not knowing when he appeared beside her. He reached for the railing, using his body to hide the gazes that were staring at her voraciously. Jasmine turned her head to look at him, using her hand to tuck her flowing hair behind her ear, smiling lightly. The wind was so strong that even she could not cover it for long.

"Aren't you curious where we're going?"

"Prince Will is the one who bought me. Of course, I will follow you, my Prince."

Jasmine shook her head slightly. She was just the one who was redeemed from the Normen brothel; now her owner is Prince Will. And where the master wants to go, of course, she will go there, isn't it natural? It's always been like that; nothing has changed.

But Will didn't like seeing Jasmine like that. He didn't want her to keep her docile appearance like a porcelain doll like this. She agrees with whoever wants to do whatever and take her wherever they want. What if someone wants to take advantage of her? Why did she not know how to protect herself? In fact, Will had forgotten that Jasmine was a special girl. The place where she grew up, where she has been attached since being sold out of the house, is a brothel. But over there, do people like her have any say? The strong, the desire for freedom was soon worn away. Only the docile can survive. It's been like that so far.

Jasmine pulled up her cloak, covering her beautiful face with an old mantle. It was late at night, and the sailors had all gone to bed. Andale lay on the soft straw, yawning. She has never travelled such a long distance and is so tired that she wants to fall asleep. Jasmine laid her down on the soft straw and covered Andale with a thin blanket. The crashing waves made her heart heavy. Jasmine waited until Andale was asleep. She opened the door to the room and left the room just as Will was also standing on the deck. Two people who couldn't sleep looked at each other and smiled.

"Prince Will has something to say?"

Jasmine walked over to him, a cloak in her hand. It's cold outside. It's easy to catch a cold. She put the cloak on Will, her eyes soft. People who can't sleep are confidants, just like her, like Will.

"Is the prince thinking about the person in his heart?"

She leaned against the railing, and the cold wind blew, making her shiver a little. It's really cold! She was wearing a long dress but still felt cold. But very quickly, a warmth enveloped her. Jasmine turned slightly, her cloak draped over her shoulders, bringing with it the warmth of the man standing beside her. Will looked at her, his face expressionless and cold. But he wondered, did he reveal his thoughts so much on his face? Why did she think about him thinking about the person in her heart?

Jasmine seemed to read the silent surprise in his heart, and she lowered her head and smiled. A truly charming smile!

"The prince's eyes already show what he's thinking."

No matter how hard people try to hide, they can't hide their eyes. Just by looking into a person's eyes, you can immediately know that person's joys and sorrows, thoughts and feelings. Before, when looking into Will's eyes, Jasmine could see a feeling of love overflowing, but hidden in it was an indescribable pain. She had a feeling that the person in Will's heart must be someone very special to him. A special person, a special story.

The two sat on the deck of the ship, in the wind and the crashing waves. Will leaned back, his gaze fixed on the distance. Jasmine sat beside him, as docile as a kitten with its claws cut, leaving only the soft cushion of flesh. She remained silent and waited. She knew he would tell her his story.

Sure enough, Will spoke. His story is about a girl who he has feelings for and who he loves. But unfortunately, that girl was caught by his father and forced to become his father's wife. His identity. How can he resist? An unloved prince could only watch with pity when the girl he loved was tied up and thrown into his father's bed, becoming his stepmother. How funny! Isn't it?

"So the prince wants to use me in exchange for that girl?"

Jasmine asked without hesitation. In response to her was Will's clearly surprised face. She thought to herself that she was right. In fact, the things in the palace, the relationship between Will and the king, she did not quite understand. Those were things that someone like her could not and should not understand. But there are also things she is not stupid enough to not know.

"Father King likes beautiful girls. As long as there is a beautiful person, more beautiful than all the women that the king has, the other girls will be free. "

"So Prince Will chose me to replace those girls?"

Will nodded. He has wandered around and met many beautiful girls, but perhaps Jasmine is the most beautiful of them all. Once you see her, you will want to have her in your arms. As soon as he saw her, he knew she was the answer he was looking for.

"How do you feel? Do you feel angry?"

He asked her. After all, this is a story related to her later life. Jasmine looked at him, surprised. She didn't think he would ask her that question. A person like her does not need to be cared for by others. She is just a commodity. Hand over hand to someone, until this body is no longer worth anything.

"How else can I feel? My feelings don't matter. I just wish the prince could agree with me on one thing."

"What?"

"I want the prince to be able to give Andale a normal life. She doesn't need to suffer with me. "

Her eyes went to the small room in the basement of the boat, where a little girl slept soundly. Whatever she was, it didn't matter, but Andale was different. Andale is young, her future is still expanding ahead. Out of the Normen brothel, she deserves a better life.