Chapter 1

"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 who gave them a shadow to reside beneath after the Walton kingdom was destroyed two years ago and the few people who survived the catastrophe had nowhere to go, so he sent them help.

Sasha, who was the only one left of the royal family, was leading the caravan morphed in ruins. Weakness and desperation led them here. The destruction of their kingdom startled many and no one was ready to help them, thinking the disaster that fell on their kingdom might fall on them as well. The disaster was so huge it left nothing but ruins and some fatal wounds in the hearts of those who survived.

A point of unbearable suffering came that they wished, they died that day as well.

Jasper, who helped them when no one did, became a hero in her people's eyes. They almost started to worship him. When Sasha regained her strength she decided to go back to her home along with her people but no one stepped forward to go back with her.

She was left alone.

Still, she decided to go back but Jasper held onto her and asked for her marriage then and there only. Unfortunately, this news ended up falling on the ears of her granny who survived as well.

She started to emotionally blackmail her.

The old granny wanted nothing but good for Sasha. She wanted her to marry the young king and start a new life. Sasha agreed because she believed she had no aim in her life. After marrying Jasper her people and their unborn children would gain the kingdom's name and would not be called outcasts in order to be identified.

Thus they got engaged a year ago.

And a few days later was their wedding.

Sasha liked Jasper but it was nothing more than liking.

He has told her once and many more times before without any reluctance that he only liked Sasha's beauty and that she was from a strong bloodline. There was no such thing as love but just his attraction for her beauty.

Today he liked her for her beauty, the next day he would like someone else.

The problem was, he didn't love her but treated her like he loved her. At first, she thought he was showing it to others but he was often the same with her when they were alone on the main terrace.

She wanted nothing but a happy life because this was the only thing that might set her free from the strings that attached her to her ruined kingdom.

Only if she knew her kindness would lead to such destruction, she would be better off being rude.

Now, she was truly looking forward to this marriage.

Jasper liked her and respected her. That was enough for her.

"I'm looking forward to a bright future," Sasha said and abruptly stood up.

"Let's get ready. We must greet the guests." She said with a wide smile on her face.

Little did she know the bright future she was looking forward to would be even darker than her past.

The monster was about to arrive.