(Jane's PoV)
I watched from behind as the man whose name was Ahmad Ismail, I believed, gave a heart-warming speech that I had never heard before. Most speeches either sounded courageous or boring, with hard to understand words that could make the speaker sounded smart and classy. However, this speech was so casual that I thought I was sitting in a birthday party with my friends. It created lots more emotions than those which were written before hand and using those intelligent-looked words.
However, no matter how heartwarming it was, it didn't extinguish the fire in me. Still, I kept my rationality in check. I couldn't just scold everyone when they had worked so hard to prepare a big welcome for me, right?
Also, I had been thinking about that name. Princess? I had been trying to make them stop calling me that. I wasn't a princess, no matter what they said. I didn't feel like one. But, they really took my words as wind passing by their ears.
