MY KILLER

CHAPTER 53

Zayn.
Zayn..
Zayn-ad-din...

Then I saw the light.

"Rise and shine sleepy head. It's your Henna day today," I heard her voice as clear as day. I smiled as I turned around lazily and saw her drawing the curtains of the room and letting in the blinding light on that beautiful morning.

"Good morning to you too," I said smiling and stretching on the bed.
I saw her pause and take a long took at me.

"I don't think I've seen you this happy in the morning. I know you're always so grumpy every mornings."

"What can I say? I'm becoming Sultana tomorrow."

"Lucky fool," she said with a smile. I smiled back at her knowing only she could dare to say that, to my face anyway.

"I know," I said as my face turned cold when I remembered everything that happened the night before.
Khaled, my darling Khaled was Sahib's son.

Even the thought of it brought bile up to the back of my throat.

Then she sat on the bed, right beside me. "What's wrong now. Are you nervous?"

I sighed as I looked up at her. "I guess." I lied.

"You'll be fine. It only gets better from here. It'll be easier as time goes by."
I smiled.

"What if it doesn't?"

"Why wouldn't it?" She was clearly lost.

"What if everything is not as it seems?" I asked staring right into her eyes. "What if I lose everything as it wasn't supposed to be mine to begin with."

"Shh," she whispered as she put a finger on my lips to quiet me. "Don't ever say a thing like that Sahiba. Nothing will go wrong, not anymore." I smiled still looking at her. "Now stop thinking about nonsense and start getting ready. It's your henna ceremony today," she said standing from where she sat.

I sighed in realization that this girl really had no idea what the future had in store for me, a future I had an inkling of.
"War is coming to Arabia, Yara," I said seriously. If not anything else, I knew she had to know about this one.

"And when it comes, you'll be ready. Won't you?" She said with a serious face, a face she hardly had on. I soon realized, Yara knew more than she was letting on, she knew about the possible war and the fact that I had to fight in it.

"Yes," I said standing up. "I'll definitely be ready." I was saying the truth and although I trembled in fear, in fear thinking of every way things could go wrong, I was determined to win against that witch of a woman. I was determined to remove her from the history books. Her sins were worse than the crimes against humanity, they were crimes against God and us.

"Good." I heard the excitement in her voice and wondered if she thought we were in some medieval movie or historical bookswhere the good guys always won against the bad guys. I wondered if she knew that this was real, that real blood would flow and that people would die. I wondered if she imagined I could well be amongst those to die.
But I didn't ask her, I just smiled, stretched and changed the topic.

"So, who's coming for the ceremony this evening."

"Well, Lady Ameena did invite a few of the princesses and women from aristocratic families. I also had the liberty of sending one for Ms Samira."

"Aww," I said patting her head. "You're doing such a good job as the Sultana's assistant."

"It's my pleasure," I heard the blush from her voice.

"And the former concubines. Was any of them invited?"

"I doubt that. They were told to leave before the end of today."