Anxiety

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