POV Narrator Karila had a keen mind for threats. Normani had anticipated that they were after her on a different level than other times, the princess didn't seem afraid either, it was more about the level of threat they could cause in retaliation, she wasn't afraid of being arrested or falling into a trap, he was too calculating not to foresee the next steps. “They went after the foreigner in the apartment, like you said, when they were together, they dare to know about her, that woman could become a target if she doesn't give them what they want. Karila spoke quickly, her hands clasping together as she sat in her conference room talking to Normani. 'She won't give them anything, she knows it's wrong, she wouldn't betray her trust just now that you've won her back, Lauren isn't mean or stupid. - Normani spoke looking at the princess who was watching her deeply, the brown eyes searching for traces of a lie, Normani gave her a very strong proof of trust by saving her life the day bef
Ursel had requested a private conversation with the Princess, involved Lauren, Rudolph and Gold, asking them to take time out about something important. The princess accepted the conversation after lunch, sitting in the meeting room so that they could talk at her ease. It wasn't meant to be discouraging, but the princess's intimidating posture sat completely relaxed on Lauren's left side, who looked startled, having Ursel on her right. The powerful woman exchanged a long look with Lauren who was looking at her sitting there beside her as if she couldn't believe it. - Some problem? Karila asked directly, watching her shift uncomfortably where she was sitting, denying and looking away. — You can go on with the reasons for calling for this conversation. – Encouraged Ursel who thought about his speech and then started talking. “We're planning to go to the city of the dead. Karila didn't even wait for her to finish speaking to laugh at the idea, averting her convinced look. “This is
The only person who was willing to help me at my worst moment when I had no one would simply be killed because I had a proud and crazy head boss addicted to a destructive and terrifying revenge. Crazy. And who am I next to anyone in this country? What can I do? Screaming downtown? Say it was Normani's mistake? I'm nothing. The policemen seemed too convinced, they have their evidence, and I honestly don't doubt that Normani did it, his honor to Karila was superior to anything, I remember the princess falling to the ground poisoned saying only the name of her maid, she wanted a chase, she wanted Tawaba caught and paid, it was the princess's fault and she didn't seem to have an ounce of remorse to shake it off. Normani of that problem. Crazy destructive. It was so strange to realize that even though all the things were happening right in front of the noses of our entire group of historians, they were so oblivious to even the danger that we were running in being host
Lauren's POV I needed to do a whole reconstruction of what I had already gotten used to in such a short time. And how strange it is to feel so many things in so little time, I should have known that I was going crazy when I got here, I rushed and the problems with the princess began. It was the first time I left my classroom environment, the books that were numbered on my desk in piles, and I let myself live this world out here in such an intense way. Soon I, who should have gotten used to the craziness from such a young age for not contextualizing myself in what is standard, in what is visible and right and palpable. One day and it feels like weeks, one month I swear this here will feel like years. There wasn't much I could do to sabotage my sanity, I just walked into my room, grabbed my prescription glasses off the table, and walked out onto the terrace, feeling the cold breeze touch my face for good. I lost myself in time, shoving my hands in my pants po
She was being so honest in giving away a half bio of her that I felt too guilty to lie, was it selfish of me? Or did I have to think about my life and let her think that way? My silence seemed to pull away from me somehow, as if her exposure was too much and I felt her moving away and the doors closing onto the terrace. I waited in complete silence a few seconds before pulling the fabric from my face, looking around. Her glass was there, the bottle half full, and I was alone. I put my glasses on my face and looked around, hopelessly curious. The doors to her room closed, leaving only the gap exposed by the curtain that was on the side of the glass, her body passed with her back to the glass and I saw her straight brown hair falling down her back, it looked much bigger than I could have predicted, going beyond your waist, huge and beautiful my heart sped up in fear that she would turn around and her face would reveal itself in full accusation, she was in the privacy of the
Slightly more optimistic than the day before, Lauren woke up that morning more relaxed about her presence in that mansion than on other days. It felt like a real truce then about anything correlated to Karila, he still remembered seeing her the night before when arriving so tired from a full day expedition in Cairo, they were planning so much in so little time, as well as focusing on the searches, still had the forbidden visit to city of the dead that would bring the tempting pepper out of danger that morning. Intimately, she assumed that she wasn't that euphoric for that inadequate walk, she knew that it was another level of danger already witnessed and that they would go for that by their own will and choices, nothing more than that. If something went wrong, it was their own responsibility for risking themselves into danger. Usually neat and duly covered with skin covered, social pants, wearing a silk blouse to the wrists and low sneakers in a more relaxed way, the
Lauren's POV I looked at the worn cap in my hands and put it on my head over the bun I made in my hair, looking at myself in the mirror and shuddering to see something so different in me. We could not appear to be in good financial condition, nor to be excessively clean, which would differentiate us too much from the local population. I wore low boots and looser clothes to camouflage the shape of my body, very masculine military-cut pants and double long-sleeved blouses with leather vests over the strategically torn fabrics. Hadd thought it right that none of the women showed themselves as women because it would make the situation very difficult if one of them walked in a group that looked like too many men, the chances of us being harassed for that would increase a lot, and he tried at all costs to show that what we didn't we wanted to draw attention. Ursel took longer than all of us, she had a female form that was hard to cover up. I ironically found myself in a sit
Karila knew the second she stepped onto the first step of the stairs and her gaze flicked down to the man waiting for her downstairs, smiling with the kindest look she could ever see in her life on anyone, and that was him. Her wedding day was an endless ambiguity, it was by far one of the happiest days of her life, just as it filled that princess's chest with anguish when she remembered her parents who had died prematurely.It bothered him immensely that they hadn't been able to see her wed. And that was one of the guilts she carried with her every day for going against their advice and their impositions, even if she had been aware that if she was going to marry who they wanted, she would never have married the man she loved years later. afternoon. That's why the feelings were so ambiguous, she knew it would be unhappy if she got married too soon, but she also couldn't stop blaming herself for not giving her parents that happiness of seeing her getting married before th