Amira 's pov
" Dad? Why do the other ladies call momma a bad omen? I can't hear it! "
My 13 year self asked my father and he looks at me with sadness in his eyes.
" It's because we couldn't give this kingdom an heir , my daughter. "
" An heir?"
" Yes child. A successor."
" But I am your child. I will be the successor."
He shakes his head in a no. Turning around to look at me. Holding my hands in his. He speaks looking into my eyes.
" A girl can't be a successor my child. If you had a brother...things could have been different."
His eyes get distant, a solemn look covers his features and I palm his face to make him look at me.
" Don't listen to them dad. I am no less than a son. When time comes? I will protect you all and my kingdom."
Adoration shines in his eyes and he holds
