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"Yasmeen." Samir called whilst taking a sit beside her. A while ago, that she had ran out of the room, she had ran up to the prince balcony and took a sit. Her mind kept wandering back to the incident that had occurred earlier. She thought for a moment. Why was he so rude to her? "Your highness". She called rising up from her sit. Then, she saw the lady who had introduced her self as Azeenah earlier at the room, standing beside him. "Please Yasmeen, you can take a sit". He told her calmly. "But... but your highness....". She trailed off. "Cut the formalities Yasmeen. Why are you calling this i***t His Highness when he had asked you not to". Azeenah blurted out smirking at Samir. "I swear, I might.... just kill you....right this moment, Zeena". He said through gritted teeth. "

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