I suddenly started feeling ill and sick. My body temperature rose and I felt I was going to faint.
I diverted my mind from all these wedding preparations even though Sai kept trying to drag me to Prince Dhiraj. We then played hide and seek around the palace and I quickly used that excuse to run to my chamber and lock myself in. I got changed into my white gown. The material slipped down my bare shoulders. I heard a muffled argument outside between a maid and a person. "Her highness is not well, you may not proceed," she said. I wondered who it was. "Oh well, it probably is just Sai." I said.
"Daasi, tell my guest I do not wish to meet them." I said, hazily from the faintness in my head. I felt light headed from thinking about the wedding.
As the figure walked nearer the curtain I noticed it was a boy; the same boy who had been with the horse. A sense of doubt rose within me. "Daasi, let them in," I said as I lay on my stomach on the square, with my legs crossed and head on arms.
The pattering of feet did not make me look up. A voice, however, did. The jet black hair blew over his soft and sharp brown eyes as they fell upon me. His naked stomach had been filled with muscle, with just a long-width diagonal strip of red material that hid his belly button and another red strip falling from his shoulder. His dhoti (traditional Indian trousers) was of a fluorescent orange. He was a prince, decked up with heavy jewelry. My gentle eyes were still closed as the feet stopped sounding. I didn't want to look up.