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Chapter 14
Isabella Marie
"I'll get you out of here."
Out of here. The only thing I’d longed to do since I
stepped a foot in this very room, two days ago.
Out of here. The only thing I’d never wanted more in
my whole life than I wanted it.
Out of here. The only thing I never thought I'd want so
much, yet when I saw a hope of it coming true, I'd feel so much worry and …
fear.
It was really confusing. I knew with every
cell in my body that I wanted to leave the kingdom, that I wanted that 'Out
of here.' That I needed to go back home. I knew it in my heart. I knew it
in my mind, in my soul. But when Alice spoke the words, fear crept into my
heart, and for a split second, I thought that it wasn't actually something I
wanted to do.
"Uh … what?"
"I'll get you out of here, Marie,"
Alice whispered again.
"What do you mean ‘get me out of
here’? You mean I can leave? To my country?" My eyes were wide open
and my throat was tightly closed.
"Yes. That's what you want,
right?"
"Uh …" What's wrong with you,
Isabella Marie? You should be screaming in joy! "I mean … uh, yes, of
course. But your broth-"
"I know what he must've said, but just
forget it, okay? I can't stand the fact that you're staying here against your
will on top of everything else that has happened to you. Because of me, that
is. I'll get you out of here and you'll forget all of this in no time, like a
bad dream, I promise," she said, tears streaming down her face.
"But-"
"There is no but, Marie, let me help.
Please, let me fix my mistake, please. I want to fix this."
What. Is. Wrong with you? A voice in my head screamed at me. I
really didn't know what was wrong with me. The way I was acting, all hesitant
and scared, it wasn't me. I knew I should be jumping up and down in delight. I
was finally getting my wish. I was going to get out of this hellhole, with the
help of someone who knew the place very well. I wouldn't need to search for
anything or run without any clue as to where I was going like I had planned to
do. I should be grateful. I should pray and thank God for answering my prayers.
Why the hesitation? Why?
Suddenly, doubt filled my heart. What if
this was all a game? What if Alice was testing me just to learn of my intention
and then go tell her brother? What if this was her way of getting back at me
for causing all of this trouble between her and her husband?
But, no. It couldn't be. She wouldn't do
that. She didn't look like the kind of person who would do that. Just look at
her. She was broken and hurt. She was begging me to let her help. She was
regretful and only wanted to 'fix her mistake' as she put it. She
couldn't be that mean. Or, at all.
I shrugged the thought away from my mind.
It was crazy. I was being really paranoid. I should be thankful. Thankful, not
doubtful and suspicious.
"Uh – how?"
Alice was just opening her mouth to speak, but
before she could do so we heard a knock on the door.
I just stared at the door then looked at
Alice when she didn't say anything. She pointed with a side nod of her head
towards the door, motioning for me to say something to let the person – whom I
assumed to be Mona – in, reminding me that it was my place.
My place?
Where the heck did that come from?
"Come in," I called.
Like I’d assumed, Mona came in, her face
now no longer covered. In her hand was something golden that looked like the World
Cup, only without the ball, and there was smoke coming out of it.
She looked surprised when she saw Alice but
she didn't say anything, only nodded her head once in greeting or
acknowledgment which Alice returned with nod of hers.
Mona then came toward me with the World Cup
thing and held it near my face. My eyes widened in fright and I jerked myself
back and away from it, shielding my face with my arm, which earned me confused
looks from both Mona and Alice.
"What are you doing?" I asked in
terror. I couldn't believe that Mona wanted to burn me with that thing.
"Uh, what do you think,
Princess?" Mona asked.
"Think of what?"
"The incense?"
I moved my head a little from behind my arm
and peeked at the World Cup, the strong, warm scent hitting me immediately.
"Oh!" was all I replied with.
"Do you approve, Princess?"
"Approve of what?"
"Uh, is the scent okay to you for me
to spread it all over the wing? It's a tradition, but you have to approve of
the smell of it," Mona explained.
"Uh, yeah, okay."
Whatever!
Mona moved around us, filling every corner
with the sweet, exotic smell. It smelled like a very strong kind of musk but
with a hint of ambergris mixed to it. It smelled amazing, like nothing I've
ever smelled before, and it kind of relaxed me anxiety a bit.
There were no more words spoken between
Alice and me; she seemed to be drowning in her thoughts while I watched what
Mona was doing in amazement. It was an amusing sight.
Mona then opened the sliding wall that
separated us from the other side of the room and started doing the same thing
with the incense as she had on this side. My eyes roamed all over the place
searching for the prince, wanting desperately to know what he was doing for
another reason unknown to me. I couldn't find him.
Finally, Mona knocked on the mirror-door
that led to the sunroom, and the prince came out once she stepped inside, but
only after waving the smoke in his direction, obviously enjoying the smell.
The deep inhale of breath I watched him
take in, and the way he closed his eyes in enjoyment, then the look of peaceful
bliss that was painted on his beautiful face and the sweet, soft smile with his
eyes still closed – it all did something to my stomach. It fluttered.
I found myself watching him really closely
and staring, enjoying and admiring, wishing really hard that he was closer so I
could ogle better and see him even more clearly.
I exhaled when he did, my exhale of breath
coming out in a soft sigh that left my mouth parted and my eyes focused on the
face of the most attractive man I'd ever known.
The prince opened his eyes and as they
found mine, the feel of being in his arms came rushing back to me, consuming me
with warmth and safety and making me blush under his heated gaze.
The small smile that was on his lips grew
into a one-sided, crooked one that I was very sure had broken so many hearts before.
Said smile was infectious and it infected me, because the next thing I did was
mimic it, giving it back to him, biting my bottom lip eventually and looking
away when my blush deepened and my stomach flipped again.
I heard him approaching and looked up. He
stood behind where Alice was sitting and then said, "I apologize if I’m
interrupting, but Alice should offer her prayer before the time is up."
Huh?
"Oh, yes, I should," Alice told
me as she got up, straightening her clothes. "Can I use your
bathroom?"
"Uh, yeah, sure."
Alice smiled small and walked to the same
door she’d come from that led to the living room, then closed it behind her.
I frowned. "That bathroom has another
door?" I pointed behind me.
"Every room has another door or ...
three, Princess," he said. "This room has eight."
My eyes widened.
"She's not going to use this one,
though. It's only ours. There are four others she could use; she knows the
place well." He smiled softly.
I really didn't know anything in here at
all. And I had missed that tour yesterday when I passed out.
I nodded.
Ours. The word rang in my ears again. Why did I like the
sound of it so much?
"Excuse me," the prince excused
himself and went to our bathroom.
Ours.
~BK~
Alice came back after a few minutes and
asked about the prince. I pointed to the closet and she came and whispered,
"Soon," into my ear, then sent me a look of assurance that held the unspoken
promise of freedom.
I nodded my head and begged my heart to
settle down, for fear had found its way to it again. Fear of the unknown and
fear of what I already knew. I was going to escape. It was big. Huge. But I was
going to go home. It was all I wanted. So I calmed myself down, shrugged my
fear away again. It should be fine. God would help me. He would.
But I was going to be leaving him as
well.
What is wrong with you?
What is wrong with you, Marie?
Stop it. Stop it, now!
By the time I woke up from my dazed and
troubled thoughts, Alice had already followed the prince to the closet and
hadn't come out. My legs took me there.
The closet was as big as the living room,
which meant very, very big. Tons of shelves, hundreds of hangers, two dressers,
a big wooden chest of drawers in the middle of the room and a large, magical chandelier
above it.
And I’d thought my closet was huge.
The prince stood near the chest of drawers,
and beside him – but with a step behind – stood Alice, her hair covered and her
hands folded on top of her stomach, the same position the prince was taking. I
watched with amusement and a frown as they bent, kneeled and touched their
heads to the ground - that had two small mats on it above the carpet - then got
up and did it all over again. It seemed to me that the prince was taking the
lead and Alice was following.
The way they were standing, the humbleness
in their poses, the quietness of their voices and the peaceful hollow that
surrounded them made it easy to understand that they were praying.
I'd never seen how Muslims prayed before,
never really thought about it, but to be truthful, it was such a beautiful
sight. Organized and neat.
The fact that the two of them threw their
problems away and stood together to pray before God was heartwarming. Because
this was what religion should be about. Only this. Worshiping. Standing in
front of God to pray, to thank, to ask. Religion is a feel. Faith. God should
only be in your heart, to love him and be loved back by him. There should never
be anything other than that. No killing in the name of God, or fighting over who
was right and wrong, because after all – religion is peace, love and …
worshiping.
We believe that we all worship the same
God. Alice's words found their way to my head,
and my fingers found their way to my cross. I held it in my hand and hugged it
to my chest, closed my eyes and prayed … just prayed. For God to be with me.
And I knew my prayer would be answered just like every other prayer I’d ever
prayed.
.
.
.
"We only speak in English in the
princess's presence, Alica. I'd appreciate it if you’d stick to that," the
prince told Alice when she said something to him in Arabic after they finished
their prayer, causing me to smile softly.
"Oh, of course," Alice said.
"I'm sorry, Marie."
"No, it's fine."
"I was just asking, why are we praying
in the closet?" she asked the prince.
"She's yet to see any of the other rooms;
you know the tradition," the prince answered with a sigh.
"Oh!" Alice's eyes were shocked,
then they were sad, then ended up with being regretful.
"Uh, what tradition?" I asked.
"The husband is not allowed into any
room before his wife," Alice answered. "It's a sign of respect."
Oh!
That's … nice.
I nodded with another soft smile. I didn't
tell them that it was my first time to see this closet and he has already been in
it more than a few times. I didn't want to upset him … for some reason. But it
was really nice of him to respect this little detail of their traditions, even
with him knowing that our marriage wasn't like any other marriage and he
shouldn't stick to the rules that much with me, or at all. I wasn't going to
judge. Heck, I didn't know any of it in the first place.
I wasn't going to judge because I didn't know
…
Was that what the prince had been telling
me? 'Don't judge without knowledge,' he had said earlier. Was it true
that I didn't really know anything about Arabs or Muslims and I shouldn't be
judging them to be killers and peace haters? But … I did know that. I knew
enough.
Trap.
Lies.
Games.
Maybe I was learning that a few of
them were nice, but I still couldn't trust them. And all of those thoughts –
the stupid thoughts – I’d had about the prince should be forgotten. I wasn't
that dumb. I refused to be.
The prince got up from his praying place
and offered Alice his hand; she took it and stood up. "Woah!" she
said.
"Are you okay?" the prince asked
his sister, tightening his grip on her hand.
"Um … I guess I stood up too fast."
Alice sounded out of breath as if she’d just run a mile. "I – uh, I don't
feel–" She wasn't able to finish her words before suddenly she threw up
all over the floor, her dress and … the prince.
"Alica!" It wasn't a complaint;
it was a concerned call.
I took a step back and looked away,
listening to Alice as she gagged and apologized with a faint, 'Sorry.' The
prince hushed her with soothing promises of how 'Everything will be okay,'
and how she 'Will feel better now.'
"Mona!"
I thought she would come out of the sunroom
since I hadn't seen her leave it, but she came in through the main bedroom
door, informing me silently and without me asking that the sunroom had another
door.
Too. Many. Doors. I groaned internally.
The prince went to the bathroom and I went
to my now-favorite spot in front of the window as Mona took care of Alice.
When he came out, he was shirtless.
I swallowed thickly.
All of the thoughts I’d had about him not
too long ago came back full force, wondering and admiring. And all of the
thoughts about forgetting said thoughts were actually that – forgotten.
He looked mesmerizing.
"Are they still in there?" He pointed
to the closet with the now closed door.
"Yeah, I guess Alice is
changing," I told him.
I guess you'll have to stay shirtless for a
while … Hmm …
He nodded, moved a hand through his hair
and cleared his throat. "Uh …" His words were interrupted by the
sound of the closet door opening.
Alice came out without Mona and closed the
door behind her. "They are going to clean the floor," she said with
embarrassed eyes.
"They?"
"Mona and Nora – my maid. She brought
me my clothes," Alice said.
Her maid? Where the heck did she come from?
"I'm so sorry, Marie."
"Hey, Alice, it's really ok–" I
was cut off mid-sentence with the sound of the main bedroom door being opened
abruptly and with such force that it jerked back with a loud noise as it hit
the wall.
The Queen came running in our direction, and
the rage in her eyes made me shiver. She was up to no good.
"Mother," the prince said in
greeting, his voice careful and his pose strong but humble.
The Queen started screaming in Arabic –
yelling words I didn't think would be nice anyway. Alice was trembling and
tears filled her eyes as she looked down, fear seeping out of her in strong
waves.
What's going on?
"She was just coming to say goodbye
with her husband," the prince said.
The Queen started yelling again, her hands
flying in the air, her voice laced with venom and anger.
"Mother, she'll go now; she threw up
and that was what delayed her. Everything is fine, she'll go now."
"I'm not going anywhere with
him," Alice blurted out with a shaky voice.
If I’d thought that the Queen's eyes were
filled with rage before, I now thought they were filled with fire, hateful
fire. Scary fire.
"Sagtah!" the Queen yelled, her hand
rising up in the air, ready to strike Alice on the face. I watched with terror
as Alice flinched but didn't move away – as if this was something she was used
to, something that happened on a daily basis.
It broke my heart.
She was royal, a princess, the daughter of
the King. She was supposed to be spoiled rotten and treated as if she were made
of glass – not insulted, humiliated and abused. And even if she weren't royal, nobody
deserved to be treated this way. It was really sad to watch, especially knowing
you could do nothing about it. I had to squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head
away, because it was the only thing I could do.
The noise the followed wasn't one coming from
a slap like I had expected; it was the prince's deep voice, "I told you
she was leaving."
I opened my eyes to find him holding her
hand up, just an inch away from Alice's scared, pained face.
They stayed frozen in this state for
several moments, the Queen shooting him deadly looks and the prince holding her
stare until she put her hand down.
She asked him something and he glanced my
way for a second before looking back at her, which made her turn her face in my
direction and sneer.
"Mona!" the prince called.
"Have Nora take Princess Alica to her wing, and tell her to come to me if anything
happens," he said when Mona entered the room, his eyes not leaving his
mother's. It didn't take a genius to realize that his words held a warning to …
the Queen.
Wow!
Alice left, using the living room door. I
assumed her maid would be following or something, though she didn't enter the
bedroom.
The Queen started yelling again, causing
the prince to huff and then clench his teeth, replying by shaking his head every
once in a while and that was it. Eventually he said, "It's just a small
problem with him that they'll fix soon; there is no need for all of this."
The yelling continued and I had to roll my
eyes and look away. I had a strong feeling the Queen was mental.
Suddenly her shrieking voice stopped and I
turned my head again to see if the prince had shoved his fist in her mouth
already to finally shut her up. Or so I hoped.
Her mouth was agape, but there were no
fists inside of it as I’d fantasized. Her eyes were wide open and fixed on the
prince's shoulder. She then grabbed the top of his arm and asked a question,
her other hand pointing to his less-than-two-days-old wound.
Oh, no!
~BK~
Sagtah = Slut / Whore.
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Reading your reviews is the best part in
all of this for me. Thank you so much for everyone who did.
I love the fact that Mazen is shirtless. And is so protective in nature *swoon*
ReplyDeleteAnd I hate that Marie is still in denial about her feelings. :/ .
The worst part is that no one can even slap some sense in Esmat . That is depressing.
Umm and I promise I'll search and write that 2 page review one day. <3
Loved it!! :) Looking forward to more!! Is there a abandoned well that we can push the Evil Queen down?? Cause I'd be first in line to help with that! :)
ReplyDeleteMercy. He could make up a story that he fell and cut it. Yeah, right. All theses traditions are really interesting. I love this story.
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