Rathode s Revengeful Bride

"Straighten up a little. Yes, that's good..."

"My lady, you need to stick out your left feet. Your father had instructed that we use a pink paint. The same hue as that that of your shoe."

I am worn out. It's today. The day is here. And I must look the enticing for the crown prince to notice me.

My father wants so much to be called the king's in-law that he even sought out the witches to cast a love spell on me. Just that they had refused, saying that the prince himself was half wizard.

And I am for once not grateful for that. I am beginning to turn greedy like my father. I need the crown prince attention, so I can endure this set dress contest.

Aware of my own beauty, I stood up to stare at my perfect figure in the large mirror right in front of me. Courtesy of my mother.

"You are so beautiful, My lady," One of the maids said. I am well accustomed with them. They had been the ones dressing me up after my mother and sister died, ever since I was still a little girl. So all this tight corsets and heavy make ups not new to my body.

"I hope I am able to catch the crown prince's attention with this much time that I've spent here, " I responded with a chuckle.

"Oh my lady, you have the most perfect body and no one would dare deny that," Hearing what my handmaid just said, I smiled. If I am going to win this war, then I needed a smile, a very captivating one.

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"You look great." My father confirmed, when he came in minutes later to check up on me.

"Excuse us," he ordered, and the maids took their leave. I am well aware of what he had come to talk about. And it was none other than trying to remind me of my purpose in the royal palace. About me gaining the crown prince attention for him to be called the king's in-law.

So I just ended the conversation without him even starting it.

"I know why you're here father, I am not going to disappoint you. This time, I think you're right too." And it's true, this is the very first time he is taking a good decision.

Because without him agreeing to the witches terms, I wouldn't have tried escaping last night. And I wouldn't have chanced upon a wolf with the forest green eyes. I would never forget his name. Ashter!

"Avalon, do not utilize your powers no matter what happens. And do not make it known that you are the daughter of the witch that saved the crown prince," he warned.

"Of course, father. That would only bring about groundless talks," I replied, And unwanted memories, I added in my mind.

"Your carriage is right outside. The royal guards would accompany you to the palace," he concluded the conversation.

"Alright, Father. Take care of yourself."

He looked shocked. Because this was the very first time in ages that I cared for him. We have always been on bad terms and the only reason he has been keeping me as his daughter is for this day. And here is the day. When his wishes would come true.

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Two men entered the grand hall, they were rumoured as the most beautiful princes. And the rumors were right. This men are beautiful, with the younger one dressed in blue attire, matching with his deep blue eyes just like mine. Long wavy blonde hair. He looked cheerful.

But the older one dressed in blue and white attire had deep brown eyes, with long black hair. He exudes a very dark aura.

None of them was the crown prince, I noted, and continued looking around. Most of the women from prominent families like mine, coming from different villages were all present. We were all dressed in bright pink attire, which was common for concubines of this palace. But we all had different aims.