Nina's P.O.V~
I see the dread in the girl's eyes and the sense of honor as well. She removes herself from the room, allowing both me and the prince alone. "Why do you always need to wreck my stature?"
He walks with anguish in his tone, stopping a little farther from my bed.
His tall appearance, brown skin, black eyes, and sharp features are complimenting his build-up body. The heavy beaded clothes look so hot on him. I wonder how would he be in bed.
But his tone sounds unpleasant, almost hateful. Why is he here? "How can you fall from the horse? Did your father not provide you with excellent teachers?" I didn't expect this from him. His handsome face isn't doing justice to his speech.
His voice is pleasant, but his appeal is as severe. "You're seriously an abomination in my name and reputation.
"I'm struggling to understand what is happening here. I still can't digest that this is happening to me and here I am, with unknown another character.
His aura is fascinating, assertive, and impressive, yet vicious. He stands straight as I clutch the bedsheets, sitting and trying to figure out who is he.
He's remaining with numbness on his face as if he doesn't have any affection toward me. He even refuses to look at me. Who can he be?
What has she done? Or who is she? I'm asking about the woman my soul's trapped in right now.
He adds further affronts to my fresh head injury, driving my true side out. I do not know who he thinks I am, but I am not that person and I'm certainly not going to tolerate an insult like this. Even if it's a dream I won't be bagging all the insults to my name like this.
"You're not even close to being a princess. I would have never agreed to marry you if it wasn't for my people!" Marriage? So, I'm going to marry him?
He progressively adds more insults to my suffering until I finally crack.
"If you do not stop calling me stupid, we're going to have some serious issues!" He looks stunned at my behavior, more by the words I use. I still stand far from him, stating the obvious with utmost wrath in my tone.
How dare he speak to me like this? I was infatuated at first but now I kind of hate this guy.
I pick myself up, ready to burst out on him with full wrath. "Listen to me. You're saying we're about to marry each other? If so, you gone have to respect me!" I almost shout but still control myself.
Expecting this phenomenon is the only way I can survive. I realized that a while ago. But living in this body who is not respected by his to-be husband. I can't take that. Not even in my dreams!
"How dare you speak to me like this?" He growls, darting his eyes out of his sockets, to which my reaction comes out immediately. More furious than ever.
