The Sheikh's Impossible Girl - completed.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Suddenly Ashley's gathered into familiar masculine arms, shaking. Desperately she clung onto Tarazi, while the others gather around them. "It's finally over." He cradled her head against his shoulder. "We can cancel," he whispered into the veil over her hair.

Her hold tightened around him, still clutching the bouquet, a serene washing over her, calming her racing heart. "No way. I'm marrying my prince."

Opening her eyes, she eased back, peering over his shoulder, where Abdul was helped to his feet, his blade with a short handle easily hidden by his hand on the floor.

Blood wet his robe shoulder.

The dazed princess was led away by guards.

Omar was on his phone while Tarazi's brothers cleaned up the situation.

Before long, it was only family and Omar, as if it never had taken place.

Slowly she rose on unsteady legs, with Tarazi's help, who fussed over her, making sure she was not hurt by being set flying by his brother, keeping her out of harm's way. Once he was sure, just shaken, she clutched onto him tightly, head resting on his shoulder, peering up at him.

"You're not s.. supposed to see me until I walk down the aisle. It'ssss bad luck."

"I think you will find it your wedding dress," placing a kiss on her forehead. "I've seen this one before." That was accurate enough, snuggling into him, absorbing his heat, warming her through.

He gathered her face into his hands, searching over her washed-out features streaked with makeup and tears. "Are you sure you are up to this?"

"Yes, and you wore this," placing a hand on her tunic chest, eyes welling, heart-melting. She had hoped he would. Not that she didn't love him in his royal attire, she did, but this was special, caressing his chest with light fingers, tingling at touching him. It never changed.

Hussein coughed, getting their attention. "I think there's supposed to be a wedding."

Stepping back, she placed her hands on her ruined makeup. "Yes, however, I need Rosemary."

"You do?" Hussein asked, astonished.

"Yes, your wife has skills. Ones I need now." One thing Ashley noticed was Rosemary's makeup that she did herself was stunning. Also kept it in the family. Hussein was on his phone.

Idris joined his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. "About the princess," speaking in English for her sake. She needed to learn the language, even if it... shaking herself mentally. Enough was enough.

"Goes to the wedding." They stared at her in shock. "We don't want any more dramas over our wedding. Omar," she turned towards her brother, who had stayed in the background as the princess was taken away. "I trust you to see that she stays out of trouble until after the wedding, then goes home. We should let her family deal with her as they see fit.

I sensed Abdul did what he did off his own back, even if the princess had desired it. You have a great friendship with Tarazi, which I don't want to be lost because of her actions. Are we in agreement?" Looking from the brothers to Omar, then her future husband, who gathered her back into his arms, placing a kiss on her head, and rubbing her back.

"You are far too generous, my love." His chest expanded with a deep breath, lowering his gaze down upon her troubled eyes.

"I know it is a lot to ask, but do you want that decision in your hands? Let her family deal with it, keep the palace out of it. She can't hurt me anymore, not without her hit-man."

Tarazi winced. "You, my love, watch too many action movies." Then released a breath, glancing at his brothers. "It would take it out of hands," he noted.