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As the weeks wore on, Mishka could feel herself growing weaker and weaker. The priests were trying their best to find a cure for this ailment, unfortunately the only relief she would get was by sharing the same space as Dev. She hated him still, or at least what he’d made her do—alienate herself from him and having to endure the pain she did—but at least whenever she was around him, her body didn’t ache as it normally would. Pushing all of that aside, tonight was an important night. She was to announce Amirah’s engagement to Prince Aidan. The two had been friends for a long time now, so it made sense that they should marry. Prince Aidan’s family approved of the match, and Mishka couldn’t agree more. Hence, she’d thrown a ball tonight. Everything was going perfectly, in about an hour, she would be making the announcement, but as she gazed around the ballroom, she caught sight of Dev and Princess Ayesha getting a little too chummy. Something akin to jealousy settled in the pit of her stomach, but knowing that she shouldn’t have any sort of feelings for her soulmate, she ignored it, until she couldn’t anymore when it became apparent that Ayesha was flirting with Dev. It was then that she approached the two and she greeted Princess Ayesha, making sure to ignore the Indian Prince. “Princess Ayesha, look how lovely you’ve grown up to be. I love the dress.”
The younger Princess looked startled to see her, but she curtsied nonetheless and addressed her, “We all grow up, your highness, and thank you, you look lovely too.”
“Some of us do. Some apparently don’t…” Mishka’s words were clearly a jibe at her soulmate.