A new world (2)
"You won't only be tied to the prince. But the future supreme god of love," Arian announced.
Even more reason for Prada to panic. Being tied to a prince was one thing but being tied to a god was another thing entirely.
"N..o, I don't accept it," she whispered.
Her life had always belonged to someone else. Never her own, her fate dill date has been unfair to her. She was suspicious when things suddenly started turning up.
It felt more like an illusion. A dream that she had back when she still believed that her luck could change. But that is a long time ago.
"It's never too let to let your past go and embrace a new future," Arian said.
He ambled to Prada. Taking her hand, glancing at the mark of slavery on her hand. He gave her a weak smile. With one wipe of his hand the mark disappeared.
Prada was speechless.