"Amaro love, when are we going back to Dubai?" she asked while they were seated on the couch overlooking the Eiffel Tower.
"I missed the palace and I want to go home now." she continued and wrapped her arm around Amaro's waist.
She missed the queen and king and their life in the palace.
The place where Amaro wooed her. That's the place where the man who was now her husband showed her that she's loved and cherished.
"Home" Amaro quoted the word, he took note the way Kashmir said the word.
In the past, Kashmir never had mentioned the palace as home.
"Why did you say the palace was your home?" he was curious as to what she would answer him.
Kashmir turned on her side, propped up on her elbow on the backrest, hand supporting her head.
"The palace is our home because that's the place most of our memories were made. Those memories I will cherish as long as I am alive." She fixedly looked into Amaro's eyes.
"We made our memories together in this suite, so you see it as 'home'?" H
