It was late in the evening when Megan finished packing, she didn't carry much when she was coming here so there wasn't much to pack but she had taken her time, thinking and crying and packing. She thought to forget Omar but even she knew that it would be even more difficult if not impossible, she loved the man too much. He was to get married to someone else, someone of a higher social status and of power, someone of influence and she was just a regular, simple American who just fell in love. She had cried so much that her eyes were now puffy. She sat, and waited, gazing outside the window, she let her mind wander, praying that Samir got here before Omar, she didn't want him to see her leaving.
When Samir had gotten the message from the Sheikh, he hadn't hesitated but he was curious and he knew something was not right, the Sheikh wouldn't tell him but maybe Megan might if he coaxed her successfully. He arrived at the house an hour later, the Sheikh was seated in the livin
Mariam returned to the palace with Saadiya and Parvina from their shopping trip which had taken most of the day. Her father had allowed her out of the palace in the company of Saadiya, Parvina and a few guards to go shopping in Riyadh, that was what she had requested for her birthday, the little freedom that was given and her father had granted. She collapsed exhausted on the bed after ripping the abaaya from her body, the weather was hot and she imagined herself submerged under the cool waters of the pool of Al Lith.Sometimes she hated being royalty because it limited her, there were things she couldn't do and places she couldn't go, and places she was allowed to go, she didn't go alone. Saadiya and Parvina were her only true friends and she wondered how things would be between them after she had gotten married. Did married women keep friends? If they did, would they even have the time to maintain contact?"Saadiya? We would still be friends right? And Parvina?"
Megan sank into the bathtub, allowing her body welcome the warm and soothing water. She had missed this; the peace of mind that comes with the loneliness of her apartment, the freedom to do as she pleased without being restricted, the lavender smell of her bathroom and quacky, the small rubber duck sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She reached out and rubbed the slippery head before squeezing the belly, it made a short quack noise and Megan half laughed. She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest.Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly."Omar, I'm really sorry." H
Mariam absent mindedly walked down the hall from her room heading to the garden through the back door, the garden in this part of the palace was private and secluded, it was the only one in which only she and her father were allowed into save for the gardener who came in here once a week to care for and maintain the place. Today wasn't one of those days that the gardener was supposed to show up so she knew she would be alone. She wanted to be alone.Saadiya and Parvina would come today but they wouldn't come here as it was still too early, well Saadiya could surprise her and show up a bit sooner than expected as there was a lot to do, she was just like that but Parvina would not, she on the other hand never liked to stress, Saadiya would repeatedly tell her of how spoilt and lazy she had grown up to be and Parvina in her defense would say she more than deserved it being the daughter of the Queen's step brother. She was royality and had to be treated as such then she woul
The evening was chilly and silent, the sun hung on the horizon, slowly setting and the breeze that blew in was cold, causing goosebumps to form on the skin but Omar didn't bother to get up to shut the windows. He laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling feeling torn and exhausted and alone and all round broken. These past few days had stretched him emotionally so much so that he felt used. He felt like he couldn't do anything right and to think that all these drama happened in only a week, if a medium had told him that his life would be spun recklessly this way in such short time, he wouldn't have believed.But it had happened, he was being offered power on a golden platter in his marriage to the princess and in exchange for that, he would have to give up on love, give up totally on his woman, that was the price to pay. He wasn't willing, it was just too expensive and power wasn't something he wanted, he had had his share of the taste of power and he knew that more wou
Omar had turned his room upside down in search of his passport, he had started looking for it as soon as he woke and he had been searching for it all morning, it shouldn't be missing because he knew where he had kept it; inside the smallest compartment of his mini suit case, but it didn't find it there. Where else would it be? The drawers? No. He searched in all his bags but couldn't find it. If it wasn't there then....He sighed as he collapsed on the bed as the realization dawned on him, his father must have it. The man was just as stubborn as he was. He got up from the bed and walked out of his room, heading to his father's room. He would have to find that passport, find it and be on the next plane out of Saudi Arabia to America. He would leave his egoistic father and this ridiculous marriage, a union neither he nor the princess wanted and he would go find Megan.Yes he would. But could he really just leave?The Sheikh wasn't in the house
Khalid bin Aaban reclined in the back seat of the Mercedes driving down the road in so much speed, his feet tapping impatiently on the floor of the car and his thoughts swam about wildly in his messed up mind, and to think that his well thought out and long term plan was finally going to be executed in the way he wanted it to go, why did things have to go haywire in the last minute? What did Prince Aazim think he was doing by attempting to mess up his well thought out plan? Did he perhaps find out about his true motive?Khalid shook his head negatively, he had been extremely discreet and careful and he never told any one about his own selfish plans, yes call him selfish because he knew that he was but this had taken him years to set up and he had been too patient, exercising it down to extreme thinness and would be carelessly allow it be blown away with the wind like dry chaff thrown up in the air? Never, he was always careful never to say them out loud even when he was alo
The traditional silver white throbe which Omar wore fitted him perfectly, it was decorated with silver sparkles along the whole length and he had a matching white ghutra placed on his head, on top of that was the tagiyah and holding the two in place firmly was the double black cord, the Iqal. He stood in his room in front of the mirror and glanced at himself through it and thought that he was perhaps well over dressed for the marriage ceremony which he knew wouldn't be taking place.It was all a sham and knowing that he was just being used as a pawn for the attack made him feel like he was part of the plot. He straightened himself, running a hand down the throbe and feeling the richness of the fine material and his lips twitched in a half side smile, he imagined himself getting married to Megan instead of the princess, she should have been his bride. He sighed, knowing that he could still get her, she hadn't gotten back together with Samir and he would not be getting marrie
Mariam sat in front of the mirror in silence and stared at her image as the women applied ointments on her face and neck, while also adding colour to her cheeks, eye lids and lips. Her arms which were weighed down by the volume of bangles on them rested heavily on her laps and her body felt numb, she couldn't feel the many hands on her body and she didn't even see her own reflection staring back at her even as she gazed into the large mirror. because her mind wandered. She was getting married to Omar, the man she had come to develop strange feelings for, the man who loved another, and the man who had told her bluntly to her face that her would never love her. She broke.It would have been better if she didn't know how he felt for her, if she didn't know whether he liked her or not or what he thought of her. It would have been much better not to know because that ignorance was truly bliss and she had dwelt in that ignorant bliss. Loving him was not what she had wan