The King's Dark Obsession

"I will come for you, my butterfly." His tone was low, his words came out slowly as if he was trying to make her memorize each of his words. There was an evil glint in his eyes. An evil passion and desire that was ignited inside his orbs.

It made her heart fall into the pit of her stomach as her orbs throbbed in pure terror.

She felt an immense fear...

The same feeling still rushes in her adrenaline whenever she recalls those moments OR whenever those moments or even those two evil jades flash in her dreams and end up waking her up from her already messed-up slumber.

Gasping for air.

Drenched in sweat.

Pupils dilated and filled with terror.

He left something on her permanently and it was his...

Terror.

"Oh my dear, Sasha. Did you have that nightmare again?"

Sasha who was currently sitting on her canopy master bed, gasping for air while rubbing her chest was seen by her granny. The old, short, and chubby lady with a silver and black hair bun nicely resting on her head, grabbed her dress and rushed up to Sasha.

She sat near the girl's leg and peered at her with concern dancing in her blue orbs.

"Did you have the same nightmare again?" The old lady asked and Sasha nodded, slowly calming herself down. "What about the potion the physician gave you?" She asked the young lady who was now looking much better than before.

Sasha Walton, the princess of the now-fallen kingdom Walton had brown, silky, thick, long, and wavy hair. Her lashes were thin but long and those hazel jades resembled nothing but a river of sweet honey that gleamed in the sun. Her skin was fair but not fair enough or to be more precise not pale enough according to the beauties in the kingdom.

She was of an average height.

Not tall enough for the beauties and too tall for the shorties.

She was a princess, who was now nothing but a statue for others to pity on.

"Sasha, you have to look amazing today to greet all the guests but look at those bags under your eyes." The old granny said, exaggerating the situation like her chest.

"A little makeup would suffice," Sasha said bluntly while taking the blanket off of her figure as she was now sitting on the bed with her legs down, ready to get up.

"My dear, it's your wedding and you don't look happy." The old granny said while caressing Sasha's arm. The young girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath before a smile appeared on her lips and she turned her face towards the granny so she could have a look at her face.

"I see but you know...no one is forcing you." The old granny threw the 'nice and understanding granny' card on the floor after making her see the dark side of her people's future if she doesn't marry Jasper.

Jasper was the one