He was the fire, and I wanted to drink him whole—every bit, every ounce—and put him into his place, only to make him realise who was in control. But, little did I know, that the hatred I was brewing so wild inside me would put me on my knees, and make me beg for the things I had never even imagined in my dreams. The fire that lightened, I didn’t know when, would bring us to the destruction that would turn our lives upside down. I am a princess, 20 years old, fierce, bold, and aspire to be someone like my father and my younger uncle. As much as I love getting dressed, I love riding horses, and hunting the wild animals. Behind me, there is a gang of siblings and cousins I could die for. But, expectations choke my neck every moment I spend in my house. They say I should be a better role model for my younger siblings and cousins. But what does my heart want? What if I also want to run free? What if I also want to make mistakes, roam in the markets, and do what other girls, or boys, could do? What if I didn’t want a prince who could bring me moon and stars? What if my eyes had been on a soldier full of fire and ferocity, and someone I could never get, even in the seven lives? No. I didn’t have anything for him. He was the bane of my happiness, my freedom, as my father had appointed him to be my prime caretaker, and he tells my father every move I take. I hated him. I would always hate him. Until…