Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Black Keys Chapter 30

Chapter 30
Isabella Marie

The smile I had on my lips as I fell asleep was still present when I woke up a few hours later.

Light was still shining from outside the window, telling me that I hadn't slept that long, but I didn't feel the need to go back to sleep. I sat up on the bed and looked around, finding the room to be completely empty.

I stretched in bed, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, then called, "Mona!"

Less than a minute later, she was knocking and then opening the door. 

"Good afternoon, Princess," she smiled, "Can I get you anything?"

"Where's the prince?" I asked, covering my mouth with the back of my hand as I yawned.

"He's in the living room, Princess," she answered. "I'll go call him if you wish."

"Nuh, it's fine – I'll do it in a few minutes," I told her and she smiled. "I'll use the bathroom and freshen up a bit. Could you please bring me one of those beautiful dresses I saw in the closet?"

"Yes, of course," she said, "Right away." She disappeared into the closet and I got off the bed and went into the bathroom, doing my thing. Mona helped me into a similar dress to the ones I’d worn the past few days, but this one had a ridiculously big sweetheart neckline that showed a heck of lot of cleavage.  It fitted above the waist, and the rest was a loose silky, floor-length skirt covered with another layer of chiffon, colored the same shade of mauve as the rest of the dress. It had wide sleeves that gave the whole dress an even more elegant look to it. I liked it a lot.

Mona brushed my hair for me as we made small talk about the incense she was going to use for the day. I couldn't tell what most of the smells she named were, so I asked her to stick with what she’d used the past two days.

She then told me that food would be ready soon and I thanked her before she left the room, closing the door behind her.

I checked myself in the mirror, being very aware that that dress definitely made my breasts look bigger. My diamond cross necklace just looked perfect with anything I wore. Smiling, I went to the secret door into the living room and opened it, stepping inside.

The prince was sitting on the same armchair he’d been sitting on earlier, his head leaning back as he breathed evenly with his eyes closed, seeming to have slept while sitting there.

He looked – adorable, a term that I was pretty sure this powerful man in front of me wouldn't like to hear me saying out loud about his looks.

I found myself smiling sweetly as I studied his beautiful face. His jaw was simply perfect, and his cheekbones still called to me to touch them, kiss them even. They just looked so soft and – touchable.

On his lap lay a few papers that had things on them I couldn't understand, scripts and patterns that I didn't know what they meant. I briefly wondered if he was writing in his diary or something, but it was papers, not a notebook. The blue ink pen was still in his hand, his knuckles had a light shade of blue bruises on them and I wanted to kiss it away.

 I reached to take the pen from his hand, but just an inch before my hand touched the pen, the prince's hand caught mine and he grabbed it hard, holding it in place. I yelped as his grip on it tightened as he jerked his body up in a split second to stand fully on his feet.

His already wide eyes that were staring at my equally wide ones widened even more when he realized it was me he was holding by the hand. He let out a word that sounded like a curse before he instantly loosened his grip on my hand, but didn't completely let it go.

"Princess!" he said, taking my hand and bringing it to his mouth to kiss the back of it. "I'm sorry." He kissed the inside of it, "I'm so sorry," before rubbing my wrist where he had gripped.

My shock was replaced with the warmth that his kiss sent straight to my heart, and the calmness that washed over my every sense. I smiled at him, reassuring him that I was fine. "I'm sorry I startled you," I apologized with a soft voice.

"No, it's okay, I don't know how that happened," he said, cracking his neck to both sides.

I smiled. "You're a human; humans tend to sleep every now and then, you know?"

His smile was kind when he returned it to me, and then he brought the back of my hand to his lips and kissed it again, rubbing it one more time before letting go. He got down on one knee and collected the papers off of the floor, then went to do the same thing he’d done to the papers when he taught me about the secret alleys – burn them in a trash can.

When he was done, he said, "I wonder what time it is." I replied that it was almost three, for it was two-thirty before I came into the living room.
"You should get some sleep," I told him.

"No, it’s a good thing you woke me up, I should pray before I miss it," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll be right back." I nodded, smiling, wondering if he’d noticed my dress or was going to comment on it – something in me wanted to hear a compliment from him, which was so unlike me. It was never something I’d wanted. I knew I was beautiful, and I never fished for compliments from anyone to prove to myself that I really was – but it was different with him.

Sighing, I went to the window and gazed out of it, my thoughts worrying me a bit. I wanted to follow the prince and watch him while he prayed, because I liked doing that so much, but I stopped myself. Something was changing inside of me, my feelings and – my views.

It was like I wanted him to stay close, very close. I didn't want him to be in one room while I was in the other – a fact that I was a little bit aware of even before I’d tried to escape. Even then, I’d known that I was keeping the pain I was feeling at the thought of never seeing him again blocked away until I got back home where I could think clearly, and cry freely.

It was like I wanted him to always look at me that way he looked at me – kindly, smiling, and even admiring as I liked to think. Because when his eyes held other emotions than that, it felt like I would do anything in my power to make him like me again.

It was like I wanted to hear him calling me Beautiful Princess more than calling me just Princess, and I actually wanted him to call me his princess more than calling me anything at all.

I was growing feelings for him, of that I’d become very aware – and the thought was a lot worrying. Not because of what he was or who he was, but because I'd never allowed anyone to have that kind of power over my heart, over me.

I’d liked someone before, and I’d admired another, maybe was head over heels for someone else, but for the prince? It was something stronger, much stronger. And it wasn't only worrying, it was actually scary. Because if that ended, I wouldn't handle the heartache very well. I had never been able to, and I knew that with him, it'd be even harder, almost impossible to get over.
Oh, God! Did I just say 'If that ended' and not 'When it ends'? That's not good.

"Princess?" The prince's voice brought me back from my thoughts, and I turned to see him standing beside me, a smile on his lips and warmth in his eyes. "Welcome back to earth."

I returned his smile. "Yeah, I didn't hear you coming."

"What were you thinking about?" His smile remained as he asked me the question softly, the sun rays shining from the window and into his eyes, causing them to sweetly narrow a bit and for the green in them to brighten even more.


I shrugged one shoulder, because the answer to that question wasn't something I wanted to say. And then I asked, "Any news about Alice?"

"Yeah, they stopped for fuel a few hours ago," he said. "She'll land in an hour or so."

I nodded, pursing my lips, and then fidgeted with the sleeve of my dress as I gazed out the window. I wanted to know about her condition so badly, but I knew I couldn't ask him that. I figured I'd just ask Mona later when the chance arose.

"Why didn't you wear something more comfortable, Princess?" he asked. "No one is visiting us today."

"Um … I – uh, I just thought it looked nice." I twisted my lips to the side and looked away, hoping the embarrassed blush would go unnoticed.

"You look stunning in anything you wear, Princess," he said. My embarrassed blush turned into a shy one, deepening even more and causing me to look down, but then the prince's hand touched mine and he held it, causing me to look up at his face. "But I have to admit that this–" he brought our hands up and made me spin in my place, showing off all of my dress to him with a grin plastered on my face, "makes you look exquisite."
I giggled softly and bit my bottom lip, and his hand pulled me closer to him. 

He put his other hand on the middle of my back, then kissed my hair. I closed my eyes and sighed, wishing he'd leave me there for a few moments – or a long while, because I liked his closeness so much, more than I liked to admit.

I didn't get my wishes answered, though, because we heard a knock on the door the next second, and the prince pulled his head away slightly. "Come in," the prince called.

Mona entered, and her smile grew, then she looked down, the smile still on her face as she spoke. "Your food is ready; where should I put it, your highnesses?"

"Wherever the princess prefers," he said, smiling down at me as he spoke.

I smiled back. "Here would be fine. Thank you, Mona."

"My pleasure, Princess," she nodded before leaving the room.


"You seem distant," I told the prince. All the while we ate he smiled and would comment now and then on this or that, ask me if I liked the food and so on, but then he would space out and it was like he wasn't even in the room.

"Yeah, sorry about it," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, then relaxing back on the armchair he was sitting on.

"What is it?" I asked him, folding my legs underneath me as I adjusted myself on the couch right next to him.

"It's just – lots of things are on my mind," he sighed.

I wanted him to tell me, to talk to me, but didn't know how to tell him that. I didn't know if he trusted me – not after what had happened anyway. "What were you writing on those papers?" I tried to circle around the idea, hoping that he'd tell me on his own what it was that occupied his thoughts this way. 

"I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind." he said, and the words, "My thoughts," was his answer.

"Your thoughts?"


"Why write them on papers if they were in your head?" I smiled, the space between my eyebrows wrinkling in confusion.

"Because they seem clearer that way, Princess," he smiled back as he answered. "You have no idea what a huge mess my mind is nowadays, and I really want to do the right thing regarding everything and … everyone," he said.

I put a hand under my chin and leaned my elbow on the arm of the couch, looking deeply into his eyes. "What's bothering you so much?" I asked.

The prince sighed again. "Lots of things, too many to count, but what worries me the most is Alica."

"Oh! But we were just informed that she landed safely," I reminded him, though I doubted he'd forgotten that.

"It's not only about that, Princess. Alica is – troubled," he said, and I realized he didn't want to tell me about her suicide attempt.

"She's been through a lot; she has all the right to be," I said.

"I know, I just – worry about her a lot," he told me. "She's my baby sister."

"You're a wonderful brother."

"Am I?" he asked. "Why do I feel like I've failed her then?"

"Failed her? How come? You gave up lots of things for her," I assured him, surprising myself, but blaming it at the same time for being so stupid when I thought for a split second that he could even think of killing her – and then actually accusing him of doing it.

"I don't know, Princess," he started. "We’ve been best friends since forever.

When I had to leave for school and couldn't keep my eye on her like I had before, we talked every day on the phone. The last few months before I came back, she seemed different, but I didn't dwell on it – I should've known better. I can't help but feel as if I couldn't protect her well enough. If I’d been there, none of this would've happened to her," he paused, his eyes focused on mine. "But I believe God has a plan and everything happens for a reason; I simply can't feel at ease about it all."

"You can't blame yourself for what happened," I said, my chest aching just thinking of the possibility of never meeting him if things weren't the way they were right now.

"I feel like – if I was here, if I’d talked to her more, if I hadn't made her feel so bad about what she'd done; she wouldn't–…" He sighed, and I understood that he seriously wasn't going to tell me about what had happened. I wondered if it was a trust issue, or because he didn't want me to feel guilty about it. I decided it must be the latter since he was already sharing so much with me, something that made me want to hug him tight and never let go.

"Last night was – it was really bad, Princess. I might've lost her for good, something I would never be able to live with. She was so depressed, so broken. But then we talked – and I saw it right before my eyes as she brightened, as if talking to me was all she needed to feel better, to think better. Though I'm happy I got her to see things in more clearly, I'm devastated that I didn't do it long ago, and actually punished her by giving her the cold shoulder, making her feel as if I’d cut her out of my life."

I felt so sad for him, for her, for everything. I wished I could make it better, but – I’d actually made it worse, or at least caused them lots of trouble they didn't need on top of everything they were already going through. I wanted to help, and I actually realized that I wanted to stay – six months wouldn't be so bad.

I could make it, I told myself. But a part of me knew I wasn't going to do it only for Alice's sake, but for mine as well. The same part wondered what would happen when the six months ended and I would have to go back to the States, leaving him behind and never seeing him again.

The thought was disturbing.

"And then there's Jaser," the prince continued. "I keep asking myself if it was the right thing to have her leave the kingdom and be with him. I mean, just the thought of what he did to his own sister– …" he shook his head, his lips pressed into a tight line.

I had to say something, I had to help him put his mind at ease. "Listen, it takes a whole lot for me to say this, but it's the truth – Jasper is a good person," I said, my heart not forgiving him, but my tongue speaking the truth. "He loves Alice so much, I'd never seen him that crazy about someone before. He made lots of mistakes, he made some very bad moves, but it was all for her, to save her life. He did that to his own sister because he loved yours beyond words, don't you think?"

The prince looked at me for a moment or two before nodding. "That's very close to what I told her, because she didn't even want to go – she blamed herself for all you’ve gone through because of her, but God knows even saying that was hard, let alone actually believing it. But it helped ease her pain a bit, and that's all that matters," he said. "I made sure she’ll get the best medical and mental care there, but it's still not easy."

"She's going to be okay," I assured him. "Jasper will take good care of her, I know he will."

"He has to, if he wants to keep his balls attached to his body," he said sternly, then he smiled sheepishly for what he’d said. "Pardon my French, Princess."

I actually giggled at that, shaking my head, and a minute passed in silence. I missed his voice in that minute, I wanted him to speak nonstop. It was crazy that way.

"Tell me," I said, "Have you ever done that before?"

"Done what, spoken in French?" he grinned.

I narrowed my eyes playfully at him, and he chuckled.

"No, Princess, never," he said, "But last night? I was really close." The seriousness in his tone was actually scary, as if he really meant it.

"Oh!" I said. "The guard?"

"Huh! He wishes!"

My eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Trust me, Princess," the prince said.

"Because women are so underestimated around here?" I wondered. It was what I'd heard.

"Absolutely not!" he replied instantly. "Women are like jewelry, handled with care, protected, cherished – he surely is not a diamond!"

His words warmed my heart, but still … "Huh! Why was dressing him in women’s clothes the biggest insult to him, then?"

"He's a royal guard – was – they are known for power, strength, masculinity," he said. "And nothing would be more insulting to an Arab man, let alone a royal guard, than questioning those things, Princess. This way, everyone who sees him will know he couldn't protect a woman, making him less of a man than people thought he was."

A black key. Found.

"I see," I said, a bit embarrassed for assuming the worst.  I remembered when the Queen told him that maybe he wasn't man enough for not sleeping with me yet, and how she’d said it in my language so I would understand it, so he would be humiliated even more. I remembered how it upset him so much to hear those words that he needed some time by himself afterward. She questioned his manhood, and it was certainly insulting to him, an Arab man, though I doubted any man wouldn't be insulted by something like that. 

"Then who?"

"Jasem." He said it in a way you'd think it tasted bitter to even pronounce his name. "He crossed many lines."

"Has he always been like that?"

"Since forever," the prince replied. "He was after Alica when he found you, and the fact that I don't know the reason why is driving me insane, let alone that he knew when the limousine left the palace. It's really devastating to think that he might have a spy in here."

"You really have a lot to deal with, lots of weight on your shoulders," I said softly.

The prince smiled a small smile, shaking his head slightly. "Royalty is a dirty game, Princess," he said, then he rubbed the back of his neck again.

"Is your neck sore?" I asked, imagining that not sleeping in a bed the past few nights and then nodding off on an armchair earlier surely had taken its toll on his neck.

"A bit," he said.

I got up and his eyes followed me as I moved to stand behind his chair. I put my hands around his neck tenderly.

"What are you doing?" the prince asked.

"Shhh, relax, I'm giving you a neck and shoulder message. I have magical fingers," I grinned with pride.

"You don't hav– … Ohhh!"


I smiled softly as I felt his tense shoulders relaxing right beneath my fingers. He really was very tense and I seriously felt bad for him. The poor guy's head was just as he’d said – messy, maybe even a lot more than mine, too many thoughts. He had a lot to take care of, a lot to deal with. He was responsible for so many things already, with even more responsibilities to come after he is crowned as the King. It was far too much.

He relaxed his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying my touch as I worked my fingers on his neck, rubbing all of the tight muscles and tense spots, enjoying the contact and the relaxed breaths he was letting out as he relaxed even more in his seat.

"You really know what you're doing," he said softly, and I smiled widely.

"Mhmm," I replied, touching his jawline with my thumbs, starting from behind his ears and going all the way forward until they touched at his chin. I repeated it when I noticed from the way he breathed and hummed softly that he was enjoying it the most.

I made the mistake of letting my gaze avert from focusing on the spots my fingers were massaging to his beautiful features. My God! He was utterly attractive and simply breathtaking, and I wondered how I’d spent so many days doing anything other than staring at his face.

I didn't notice that I'd stopped my hands’ movement on his neck until I found his green eyes opening and staring at my blue ones.

He didn't say a word, but his eyes spoke tons. I was sure he was able to hear well what mine were saying.

I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to stop myself.

I wanted to press my lips to his. I wanted to move away.

I wanted to let him know about my new feelings. I wanted to never speak.

I wanted to get lost in his eyes. I wanted to be safe.

But then I realized, safety was in his closeness.

I bent my head down slightly, my hands still on his neck. My eyes were watching his and his were watching mine upside down. My hair made a curtain around our faces, and passion made a halo of mixed feelings and blank thoughts around us. And with no more hesitation, I decided to go with what my heart was begging me to do. I touched my lips to his warm, welcoming ones.

I kissed him.



And sure.


  1. Loved it :) thanks

  2. Wow that was an amazing update! I like the way you write a story because you give life to all your's like im a spectator or an audience in a show..awaiting for what will happen at the edge of my seat.......then all of a sudden..... A cliffy......😄 but still i love each and every chapter of this story....

  3. awww....loved it.... every chapter...can't get how she's grown.

  4. Oh wow!! :D She kissed him! About time Bella! LoL!! :D

  5. Wow! I love it! Giving in to what she really feels is not wrong. It's an amazing start! Maybe the Prince will feel how she feels. I'm sure he will! Great! Can't wait for more!

  6. Love that he's explaining things to her more. You can see that it is help strengthening their bonds. I love that it was her to kiss him again.

  7. My first comment on any blog, just for you, beautiful Rose :)
    Thanks for a wonderful update. I love that she is trusting her heart more, although it's hard and scary. Hope Jaser takes care of Alica, or I'll cheer for the Prince to do what he said in here. ;)

  8. With your words, you take us to a stage where characters are brought to life before our very eyes. With your words, you build the scenery, design the costumes, blend the perfect light and sound and then you place it all in a way that involves us. I mean, I feel like I'm part of it. I may have said this before, if I did, blame my old age, if not, take it: sometimes I feel like I'm a voyeur, intruding in their personal space. I know there's a lot of knots to be untied, Alica & Jaser's lives, the King and the Queen *the Queen! Ugh...*, that @#$@# princess whose name I refuse to remember, Marie's business in the US, the danger in the kingdom's politics, his coronation which in turn will make her a Queen *sighs* oh man ... but being able to witness their inner fighting between feelings and obligations witness the love unraveling and growing, against all odds it trumps all the other side plots. Well, that's sappy me *blushes* Do you remember right at the beginning when I told you I was so involved that I had to step back? Oh well, that didn't take long eh? And here I am ... at ch. 30, 'living' it. Yes, I'm not reading BK, I'm living BK. *shakes head* You're a words whisperer. And I'm enthralled.

  9. Yay I'm so happy she finally took that step thank you for updating so soon

  10. It was a wonderful chapter, glad she made the first move.

  11. Absolutely fantastic chapter! I'm really
    Hoping that they both sort out their feelings for each other soon. I absolutely love the prince. He's a beautiful person inside and out. :)

  12. Well, I am still wondering about his Cousin that will carry his babies. He needs to hear what she told Bella. Thank you

  13. Legit squealed. I am so happy for these two!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for the quick update! Much love, and so well done. Love love love <3<3

  14. aaawww....damn it gets mushy with everu chapter...loved it

  15. I have no words ... except for I loved it

  16. Awesome as always. I love the slow burn because when it ignites, I know I'll need a moment or two or three, etc!

  17. Wow. *I'm totally fanning myself here*. You're really knocking these updates out of the park woman. I love it, keep them coming. I'm all infatuated again with this story. I'm delighted the "Princess" is beginning to settle and find her bearings and is slowly starting to trust & open up herself to him (she's just obeying her body here, she's no choice really. Can't say I blame her!) and allow this story to gain pace. To be honest it was like coming up for air and finally taking a good deep breath.
    What a relief.
    I know it's not going to be all plain sailing from here, but I look forward to meeting these obstacles right along with them.
    In fact I'll relish it.
    Again Kudos for all the recent updates, "you're playing a blinder" as we say here in Dublin.
    There's a lot to be said for a good slow burn and this story is smoking. I'm looking for the source of that smoke now, I want those flames!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  18. About time Bella!! Im glad she finally kissed Mazen! Hope that they can finally admit their feeling for each other very soon, and maybe more can happen next!!

  19. Awww be still my beating about fluff. I loved this chapter. Poor Mazen has so much on his shoulder. Yes kiss your man, maybe let him squeeze a boobie or two lol I kid Rose (not).
    I like the quick updates, they speaking to you Uh?
    Bring it on, I'm not complaining!

  20. Hi
    Happy that Marie took the first step, glad are getting along.
    Angelik Angel

  21. Rawwwwrrrr........ uh-huh....... hot!

  22. Finally! She's giving in to her feelings I can't wait to see his reaction.

  23. I feel as though I am watching an Arab version of a Shakespeare play. That is how much you bring this story to life. As a Muslim, I really, really love how you show us in a positive light; so thank you for that.
    You also finally got a review out of me so I salute you for it. I also wanted to say that I cannot wait to see what happens as this story progresses.


  24. Wonderful! She is learning so much more about him.

    SO HAPPY that she kissed him!

  25. Thank you! I'm very glad she decided to follow her heart because, in her heart, she does love him. I wonder who the spy is....

  26. ahhh!! Yay!! so so happy they're still talking, and getting closer...and absolutely love that she finally just let her heart lead, and is actually changing her thinking about Mazen and remaining with him, at least for a little while :)
    loved the quick update...can't wait for the next chapter!!

  27. Talking, touching, and kissing .... wonderful!

  28. ABOUT TIME!!!! Things are getting so good between them... It makes me ecstatic!!! :D
    I'm so in love with this story it's INSANE!!!!
    how many more chapters are left?? I don't want this beautiful journey to end :( 💕


  29. Awesome chapter. Thanks for updating so fast!

  30. I so love this story loved the chapter

  31. Thank you for the update

  32. So good story! More please :)

  33. I tried to post review from my phone but it doesnt work. I love this chapter. I love how marie being so sweet to Mazen. I feel touch when she told mazen that what jaser did to her is because he love alica more than his own sister. She said that to make mazen in peace. That the sweetest thing.
    Mazen as a good brother he think about his sister safety and willing to do anythinf for her. Bothmof them meet in unexpected event but on the journey they found love.
    I hope marie will do something soon so nobody have to question mazen manhood :D lol
    Thanks for the update 😘

  34. It may have been a long road, but a very necessary one. We have learned that the seed of sadness that was misdirected was nurtured and crew into a dangerous infection. Perhaps this kiss and the birth of a niece or nephew will be bit of the cure

  35. Well, I can't put into words how much I am totally hooked on this story!!!! You are very talented!! Can't wait for an update!

  36. I love your story.. I have my theories on where it is heading. I hope Marie becomes Queen. I feel that if she does, she will be a threat to Jasem and whoever this spy is, as well as others who hold on to the old ways. She can influence Mazen and this is why I feel she is a threat. When Alica married Jasper, this blew their grand plan. (Jasem and whoever else is involved.) Jasem was trying to stop Alica from going to the states, but why? I wouldn't be surprised if these spies don't want Alica with Jasper because they want Talia as their queen, not Marie. Somehow it is linked. But who knows, I could be off base!

  37. You have a way with words that draws the reader in. I really look forward to each chapter. Each word or action has a purpose. I feel as if I am a part of their world when I am reading. Very original story line you have going. I have never read a fanfiction with this particular plot. I am SO thrilled that you are moving the story forward and there is finally communication between Marie and the Prince. Too many fanfictions start off so well and even if the words are beautiful, they become stagnant if there is little to no forward progress in the plot. Great job.

  38. Well done Marie! GO with your heart and it will not fail you.

  39. Amazing chapter Rose! She kissed him! She frigging kissed him.

    Tho I am worried about the spy. x x