*Jasmine's POV*
I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the room.
I saw a handmade wooden desk. Beautiful purple curtains and fresh flowers in de corner of the room. I could smell the white jasmines from my bed. They were lovely.
Although my nights were filled with vivid dreams of what had happened to me at night before I came here, it had been strange these last couple of weeks, to wake up with a sense of serenity.
Benjamin had asked his grandfather to fedge me to the palace. I had never been more grateful. Still, this also meant I couldn't spend this time with my father, who was becoming more weak every day.
It was not like I saw much of Benjamin, as he came to study here this semester. To think of it; even when he had time off, he didn't spend much with me. Sometimes it seemed as if he was avoiding me.
Whenever I thought of the possible reason why; I felt a pang of hurt on my chest.
It was Saphira. The one he wanted to marry.
