Married to the arrogant king

Princess Zara is 21 years old, and the only daughter of King Alan and queen Lyarra. She was asked to marry their enemy, King Carl of Everton in other to protect her nation Azrael and its people.

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The princess was now standing in front of me. But she was not what I expected. In fact, to say I was disappointed was an understatement. Like what the fuck. I've heard stories about how beautiful and enchanting she was, but the woman standing in front of me was completely opposite from that description.

I could also see the confused look on my council member's face, while Gwen who was also standing among the council members had a smirk.

The woman standing in front of me was chubby. What the hell? I thought they said she was slim and slender.

She even had a mole on her nose and when she smiled at me, I almost puked. She had a huge gap tooth and looked like a clown.

Can someone put her out of my misery? I thought. It's a good thing I didn't go out to welcome her.

"Greetings your highest," she said, and I almost died. Her voice was deep like a man's voice. So much for an angelic voice. Who the hell gave that description of her, I wouldn't hesitate to kill them if I find them.

My eyes caught with another beautiful ocean blue ones, and I was lost staring that them. I scanned the face of the person, and it was so beautiful, like the most beautiful face, I've ever seen. The face was so small that it could fit into my palm.

She was dressed like a boy, but I knew she was a girl. She had a smirk on her face as she looked at me.

What, is she also laughing at my misery, I thought and scoff. Why can't she be the princess? I thought, sighing how unfortunate I am. There is no way I was marrying that ugly princess.

"Greetings your Majesty," I heard the most angelic voice, I've ever heard said, and I glanced up to see the same beautiful face staring at me.

"I'm princess Zara of Azrael," she announced, and everyone gasped.