MY KILLER

CHAPTER 55

WEDDING DAY
I stared in awe at the goddess on the mirror and thought everyone was correct. This truly was Helena of Troy looking back at me, staring intently into my soul. This Helena truly was the most beautiful I'd ever seen.

Only but a few years ago, I was desolate after losing my siblings, my baby, my best friend, my innocence and will to live. I had lost my parents and never thought I would ever see them again, alive that is. And yet, here I stood, in front of the mirror, alone, ready to be married and crowned Queen of all of Arabia, a country which was second to Britain in the Monarchial hierarchy of the world. I was soon going to be one of the most powerful women in the world, along with the Queen of Ingland, Vice President of the States and the Queen of the Emirates.
I was going to be the most powerful woman in Arabia, second only to the Sultan, a man who was soon going to be my husband.

Indeed, there really was a being watching over us, a God who was just, a God who never left my side even when I felt all alone.
The only question on my mind was who this God was?
The Muslim Allah or the Christian God?

The knock on the door brought me back to the present and Salma opened the door slightly and looked in.
"He's here," she said.
My heart skipped a beat.

"And Lady Aliyyah?" I asked.

"She's left."

I sighed. "Ok. Bring him in,"

"Are you sure? I hear it's bad luck for another man to see you before your husband does."

I turned to my reflection on the mirror. "He's no man to me," I said.

"Ok. As you wish," she said closing the door behind her.

He truly was no man, I thought to myself as I heard the door open and I heard his footsteps as he walked in.

"Sister," I heard him call, the excitement in his voice. I turned and looked up at the tall man who stood before me and wondered how he had gotten this tall when he was barely fourteen, fifteen at best.

This man was only my son, my thoughts came to an end.

"Ya Allah, I do not believe I have seen a more beautiful bride," his words sounded like what Asad would say. Those two really were family.

I smiled at him. He looked even more handsome than I had remembered. I could see traces of that would soon be full beards on his chin. His brown eyes reminded me of his Mother's and his jawline reminded me of his father's. How could I have missed it, I wondered.

"Really," I asked with a coy smile, turning around in my silver-lined white ball long wedding gown. "It makes me wonder how many weddings you have attended," I said after I was done turning.
I could see a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Not many indeed."

"That makes that comment seem almost like an insult."

"No, no. I would never. I might not have attended a lot, but I've seen a lot of them. Your beauty surpasses all of them."

I smiled as I placed my hands on his cheeks and I felt him tense up. "You're so cute."

He blushed. "You're treating me like a child."

And I pulled at his cheeks with both hands. "You are though."

"Stop treating me like sister Aliyyah. I'm a full grown man."
And I let out a loud laugh. The boy sure knew how to crack me up. Then again, I did lose my innocence at his age and looking at him, I wanted to protect his innocence, protect him from all the plotting and treachery happening in the palace, schemes of his sister and mother, everything that would corrupt or hurt him. Staring into his eyes, I wondered if my son would look just like him, if he would behave just like him, if Khaled would love his siblings just as I have loved him.