Scorched

Face Off

It had not been long since Mariam had been excused from the discussion between her father the King, Omar and the Sheikh, she had returned back to her room in anger and just plopped herself down on the bed. The men would still be downstairs talking of the marriage and what not, she didn't want to be stuck in a marriage with the proud and pompous Omar bin Khalid bin Aaban, only son of the Sheikh.

She laid down on her bed staring up at the ceiling and not paying any attention to the chattering of Saadiya and Parvina. They had been talking non stop of Omar, most especially Parvina who had made her intentions crystal clear about him; if the marriage didn't work out between him and Mariam, she would convince her mother to talk to her father about the matter. She was after all the daughter of the Queen's step brother, so she stood with just enough chance of getting him as Mariam.

"So Mariam, what happened? How did it go?" Parvina asked excitedly.

"Went well." Mariam kept her replies short, as much as she didn't want to think of Omar she couldn't help it. The man's attitude annoyed the living daylight out of her.

"Just well?"

"Hmm..we talked..."

"We know you talked."

"...in private."

"Really?! How?"

"Father allowed him to take me away for a while to a room."

"Reeeaally?!" Parvina half yelled.

"What did you two talk about when he took you away?" Saadiya spoke, also very excited.

"Did you really tell him you were not interested in the marriage?" Parvina chipped in impatiently.

"What did he say? How did he take it?" They asked questions, but Mariam wasn't listening anymore. She was thinking of Omar, the man was just too proud and arrogant and she would love nothing more than to hurt his pride dangerously. She thought of what he had said earlier and her anger rose.

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"Take it off, I want to see what you look like."

"MaAzera? (excuse me?)"

She had given him a death stare to warn him of the implications of what he had just requested of her, she was not supposed to expose her face in the presence of any man except her father and husband, but the man was adamant and he tapped his foot impatiently, looking straight into her bewildered eyes.

"I am the daughter of His Royal Highness, King Jaan bin Abdullah bin Abdulaziz Al Saud of Saudi Arabia and as such I can not and will not show my face to just anyone." She tipped her head higher in pride. He would not be having his way with her just yet.

He chuckled. "To just anyone? Am I just anyone to you?"

"My subject. Being the Sheikh Khalid's son earns you no right nor the power to demand what you have been to brave to utter. My father should not hear of this."

"I am your subject? I am also of a royal lineage your highness." He spoke in a mocking tone.

"One of such lineage not in line for the throne."

"And you say I am proud." He countered.

"Well Omar bin Khalid of royal lineage, there are some royalties and then there are other royalties."