Jasmine’s P.O.V.
Alexander came to me at night, but I pretended to be asleep to hide my swollen eyes from crying. I know he would be worried to see me like this, so I decided to act in front of him. Thanks to Goddess, he bought it and didn’t disturb me.
In the morning, I was welcomed by James, who served me breakfast. He was so respectful towards me that I started to get annoyed with the word “Your Highness.”
“James, can you please stop calling me Your Highness? I am not feeling comfortable with you calling me this.”
“So how should I address you, Your Highness?” he inquired.
“Call me Jasmine.” I told him.
“His majesty will slit my throat if I call you by your name. I can’t.” He placed a hand on his chest with horror in his eyes.
“Ok, at least you can call me Jasmine when he is not around. Please.”
“You are resolute, Jasmine.” He smiled and sat in front of me.
“Where are they? Yours and mine mates?” I asked him.