"General Jon," the Queen addressed him with a cold voice.
"Why does Branson want to make a deal with us?"
"You are all around ChandLand. And we both know that it will only take one nod from the mafia king to burn down ChandLand into ashes." The Queen didn't waver her gaze.
"And as I know, Queen, Branson's have more gold and diamonds than us, so Generals, what do you want from us? You have everything?" Jones asked with a cold voice.
"You have a point," Jon said.
"And you have a good mind, General Jones, but you know, our King does not have everything. There are many things in this world that are more precious than diamonds and gold," Jace continued with a small smirk on his face.
"Instead of having a bloodbath, Our Mafia king wants to make a friendly deal." Jace continued.
"That's what I don't understand, General. As far as I remember, we don't have any precious things that we can offer him; we only have this land where we Chands live in peace," Maryes said with a cold voice.
"You have my queen; you have the most precious thing in this whole world, "Jon answered her.
"What?" the queen asked.
"You have your princess, my Queen, the most beautiful person in this whole world. She is as beautiful as our elder Queen. Your daughter, Ashly Chand," Jace said.
"Mafia King Alexander would like to ask for the hand of a mafia Princess for marriage". Jon continues to talk about their deal.
Everyone became silent after they heard that.
"What?! Are you making me laugh, Generals? We Chands will never mix with Branson's, not in a million years," Maryes screamed. Her daughter is everything to her.
"Get out, generals, or we are sure we will kill you two. Chands never insult their guests. So, please leave". Jones said while taking a deep breath. They want their precious Princess. No! It will never happen.
Jon and Jace sighed.
"Then we won't have any choice but to burn this kingdom into ashes. We will have to kill everyone, including children and women." Jace said.
"We are here because our Mafia king ordered us to convince you. But maybe you should realize that your pride is going to kill you. Maybe you want your people to suffer, and I think it will make you happy to see widows and orphan kids," Jon said.
Both of them turned to leave.
Both of them knew very well how to defeat their enemies without wasting a single drop of blood. And like Branson's, Chand's also love their people more than anything.
"I thought the Bransons were supposed to be courageous and not back down easily. You want me. Then talk directly to me. Why talk to my mother and waste your time?"
The voice was sweet but sharp.
It wasn't Queen Maryes.
They gave each other a look and then turned back to face the owner of the voice.
And it's like they stopped breathing when they saw the person. That person is indeed beautiful, like their Elder Queen.
Jon and Jace couldn't believe their eyes. They had heard about Chand's mafia Princess being beautiful like their elder Queen, but they never considered it to be actually possible. Their elder Queen was so beautiful and elegant, and by looking at Princess Ashly Chand, Jace and Jon were perfectly sure that the Princess belonged to Branson's. Princess Ashly Chand was standing in front of them. She was nothing but a creation of God. She was alluring and gorgeous. Such a beautiful young woman. She was wearing a white shirt, black pants, and a black robe with golden embroidery. Jace and Jon were short on words. The same happened to them years ago, the moment they saw Elder Queen Braze. Ashly took a deep breath and decided to speak. "What does your King desire?" Ashly asked them. She heard everything, but she wanted to hear it again. "Huh? Yeah, it's our pleasure to meet you, Princess Ashly. Well, I must say, whatever we heard about you being the most beautiful one is actually true. Y
Alexander was at the border of Chandland. He knows very well that he is going to win and make Chands bow their heads to him. While he was holding a meeting with his Generals inside his tent. A guard walked in. "General Jon and Jace have arrived." He informed Alexander. "Send him in," Alexander ordered. Jon and Jace stepped inside. "My son." Alexander nodded and asked them to take a seat. "No need for a blood bath, my son. Miss. Beauty has agreed to be yours," Jon informed him with a smile. Alexander smiled victoriously. "I am going back to the capital tonight. Take a group of soldiers and escort Chand Princess to the Capital." Alexander ordered, It's time for him to become a member of the Mafia. "The ceremony will be held there; I will inform my mother to start preparations." Jon and Jace looked at each other, and Jace let out a sigh. "I'm afraid we can't do that, my boy," Jace answered while he bowed his head. "Are they opposing my orders, Uncle Jace?" Alexander asked whil
Inside the main hall of ChandLand. "What were you thinking!?" Queen Maryes was furious. Ashly sighed as she arranged her trunk box. She can't let this happen; her husband has scarified himself so that he can protect Chands and his beloved child. And here she is; she can't even protect her baby, her only family. "I had no choice, Ma. Die with our people or die alone," Ashly answered. "And Ma, please don't take this to yourself; I know what you are thinking, Ma. You always protected me. Your whole life, you protected ChandLand. Now it's my time to protect my people and provide them with a better and more peaceful future." Tears rolled down the Queen's cheeks; she really can't do anything. "He will not kill you. He will torture you and make you regret being born. We Chands never bowed our heads down to Branson's. He will make sure to take revenge on you, baby." "I don't care, Ma; what I really care about is yours and my people's safety, and..." Before Ashly could finish, she heard
Ashly took a deep breath, looked towards her mother, and smiled. She was about to walk out the door. But her mother stood in front of her. "Don't go!" Her eyes were pleading. "Ma, I have to; I have to do this for my people, for you," Ashly whispers in the last part. "But, baby, If he sees you, he will never let you go!" Maryes knows very well how everyone wants her daughter because of her beauty. Tears are falling down her cheeks again. She never cried this much in her whole life, not even when her husband died. "I lost my husband to an American Mafia . Now I cannot lose my only daughter." Jones stares at both her mother and daughter. He knows very well that he cannot do anything to help them. Chands always lived peacefully; they never wanted war or anything. If they show disagreement with this offer, ChandLand will pay the consequences. Ashly sighed and held her mother's hand. "I cannot be the reason for a bloodbath, Ma." Maryes knew she had no choice. She took off her black v
Alexander was sitting in the conference Hall of the Chand palace with Elder Queen Bree and Elder King Branson sitting beside him, waiting for their future daughter-in-law to arrive. Standing beside him were his two generals, Simon and Mike. Jace and Jon are sitting beside each other and waiting for their new Queen to arrive. Elder Queen Bree decided to break the silence. "So my baby decided to hold the ceremony in Branson's headquarters?" Alexander looks towards his mother and nods his head. "Good, and I hope you will invite Chands also; they are going to be your in-laws and our family. We treat our family with respect." Elder King Branson said this while looking towards his son. "Yes, father, I know. Don't worry, I will never make you regret your decision to choose me as King," Alexander answered with a determination that made Bree and Branson smile. Shortly after that, the door opened, and General Jones walked in. "Our Princess is here ", Jones said, bowing his head to Alexand
After signing the contract, Ashly took her time to bid farewell to her mother. Everyone came to bid a Noble farewell to their beloved Princess. They didn't want their beloved Princess to go anywhere, especially with Branson. But they knew that their princess had made this sacrifice for them. Queen Mary hugged her daughter. "I will come to Branson's headquarters before your wedding with your bridal garments and all," she said. "Stay safe. Stay strong. Be careful with your words. Try not to be sassy with the king." Ashly released herself from her brace and smiled. "I will be fine, Ma. If no one provokes me, I won't use my mouth. But if they ever try to insult me, I will cut their heads off," Ashly said with determination. "I am Chand Ma, Ashly Chand. I will bow my head down out of respect, not out of fear". Queen Mary nodded and smiled proudly. Ashly went to her best friend, Green, who was crying his eyes out. "Take care of my mother for me, will you?" Ashly asked Green nodded a
The journey to Branson's Villa, or, you can say, Branson's headquarters, took 8 hours. Branson's main headquarters are built on the side of South Asia. The place was called MoonLand. Alexander called his maids and told them to decorate the villa beautifully. MoonLand is beautiful, but not as beautiful as ChandLand. It was midnight when they arrived at the villa. The helicopter landed, and Alexander got out of it. He called Mike and Simon. They were already at the villa. Everyone used a shortcut to reach the villa except Alexander. Why? Because he wanted to spend more quality time with his future Queen. They did not talk; none of them said a single word, but they still enjoyed each other's presence. "Tell the maids to prepare a room for Ashly. And make sure it is warm enough". Mike and Simon nodded, and they went inside. The winters were to end, and he knew that his beloved future queen would surely get cold and sick. Alexander looked inside that helicopter and smiled when he saw
When Ashly woke up, she was in an unfamiliar room. Then it hit her. Ashly might be in Branson's Villa now. Of course, it is going to be unfamiliar. She took a look around. The room was huge and magnificent. Everything had a shade of scarlet and black. Even the bedspread was dark red. Then Ashly looked at herself. She felt relaxed that she was still wearing the dress she wore when she departed from ChandLand. Then she heard a knock. A woman spoke from outside. "Queen, may I come in?" Ashly cleared his throat. "Yes" The door opened, and a young woman entered. She stood in front of the bed and bowed. "I was appointed as your personal assistant, my Queen. My name is Zia," Ashly said with a nod. "Is that so? Can you, um, help me get out of bed? I'm kind of stuck here." She hurried up to her and started removing bedspreads. "I'm sorry, my Queen. I was strictly ordered to keep you warm." Ashly chuckled as she got out of bed. "Don't mind it. I should be thankful to you for your eff