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Oh, what does she want? For me to kneel down and apologize more? Haven't I asked enough? Didn't Ursel do this for our mistakes? Why make this kind of relationship difficult if we are going to be in your country for a year?

— I ask you to forgive my lack of common sense, I promise to improve these very inappropriate behaviors... – I paused briefly trying not to disrespect him and rolled my eyes.

— Your Highness. – I completed taking a step back, letting Ursel be responsible for talking to that bitch. I just replied her arrogant security guard, I understand that I overdid myself for not being used to it, but I didn't need such an exaggerated attitude like that.

I know I need to improve on this but it wasn't my fault that man was so rude. Maybe it wasn't impressive at all, since for all her bluntness she seemed to be just as much as he was in demand things around. She is not my princess.

“I want time to talk with you, I am immensely interested in what you will be doing here, and I only want to facilitate the means if you will allow yourself to be useful, starting with staying in my chambers. - I could hear a more conspiratorial tone in her voice, I raised my gaze to her face and she was glaring at me from behind that golden hijab, I want to see this woman's face and understand what I'm dealing with, her hands and every bit of skin was covered in fabrics, her eyes were the only exhibits I could see and these looked like lethal. Being silent made me notice more of her, of how much in her long golden fabric there were small stones that sparkled from shoulders to hem, display of power from head to toe and I haven't even seen his face yet.

I also didn't know that we were going to stay at her house, it was one more reason to be cordial. I must swallow my pride and accept that I need her not to hate me in order to stay here. Ursel was as delicate as she could, she did know how to exceed expectations of a royal presence, the woman seemed to like her, they exchanged a few words and then asked her to send us ahead of her in the cars that would take us to her house, even closer to the pyramids in Cairo. Five black land rovers for our group to be taken, his security guards were full of nervous paranoia, they seemed to be scanning us with their eyes every second, and that is indeed disconcerting.

“Why is she so rude? – I asked Ursel as soon as I got into one of the cars parked in front of the hotel, Gold got in with us and there were three of us. She looked at me.

— I don't know... She didn't seem to go so easily with her face, but it's customary, Arabs are stricter, and she's a widow, she has some hurts that surfaced inside her, I don't doubt that.

I frowned looking through the tinted windows.

— It's justified, it can only be an embittered mad widow, I know little about that woman's life, I didn't limit myself to knowing about the forgotten Egyptian monarchy, I thought that the country's parliamentary axis was stronger. – I didn't want to disdain her, but her attitude pissed me off to the extreme and I couldn't forget that, she threatened me in front of everyone, it was very explicit.

— And yes, a part of the population still believes in kings and their descent from gods and the sacred, it's more for symbolism, the parliamentary part tries to cover it up to take more control of the population for itself, it is right to have so much security, she has a lot of power in land, in faith, in greed... Arabs are looking for her like water in the desert, she was married for 10 years, she has been a widow for 5 and the disputes for her have not stopped since then, where are we going now, the region delimited by its lands, it suffers from several rumors, it is said to be rich in oil to the point of having billions under the earth, an unexplored environment but extremely coveted by Americans, Arabs, Africans, they want it at any cost, understand a little of their paranoia Miss Jauregui , a woman who feels threatened can have two reactions:that of feeling intimidated and withdrawing into its corner seeking protection, or that of feeling challenged and counterattacking on the same level, she looks nothing like the first option, the laws are strict here for women, by nature she's been through a lot, if need be let's go get on your knees to be able to leave here with what we intend to seek, she was our only option and support here, no government helps foreigners.

I squinted at his entire spooky speech.

Then that's it? An entire experience that I envisioned as being perfectly acceptable could have a few hiccups along the way because an overbearing woman, who hates me right off the bat for fighting with her security guard, might stop us from moving forward if I make my false moves.

"Wonderful" I mentally ironized, my gaze out the window as the car moved through the streets of Cairo, so much color and so many people, it's all so different from what I've ever had in my life about home, I can't let nonsense destroy this dream, it was just a misunderstanding, maybe she still reconsiders not hating me, right?

Would it be possible for us to have cordiality in the future? Or was everything already doomed to failure and hatred like a cold war based on fears for its threats?

It seemed ironic that the answer was already given to me when looking at the fleet of Corvettes black people with tinted windows passed by the right side of our cars and flashed menacingly at a breakneck speed, stopping traffic so that all the cars pulled onto the side of the road, leaving she to spend. Ten cars surrounding a single one Rolls Royce Phantom black that I didn't doubt at all being armored with anti-bomb technology. And it distanced itself so easily at that high speed that for seconds I thought it was delirium, I took the test by asking if Ursel had seen it, she just nodded with a crease in her forehead, her lips slightly parted in a visible surprise that was also stamped on Gold's face, I knew that on my face the expression was a mirror of theirs.

Oh shit.