Amira
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Would she always have to lock wills with this man?
She had yet to have a day of peace since the day her father died, and she did so yearn for one.
Amira sighed and joined Amir at the little table. He had brought two large bowls filled with the normal daily breakfast, a bowl of oatmeal.
Amir watched her silently as he ate, noting the high color on her cheeks. It did not take much to ignite her temper. Just the mention of her new status was enough. He had never known a woman with so much misplaced pride and arrogance. That she belonged to him was something he had yet to decide he appreciated.