KING OF THE NORTH

15: Faisal

Oman slowly opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the morning sun embracing her room. As she turned her head, her heart skipped a beat. There lay Malik, her ever-devoted companion, by her side, fast asleep. A tender smile graced her lips as she reminisced about how he had cared for her during her time of helplessness. His unwavering presence and love had been a source of solace, comforting her through the darkest days of her confinement.

With gentle movements, Oman extricated herself from the bed, careful not to disturb Malik's peaceful slumber. As she stood up and stretched her limbs, her gaze fell upon him once more, his peaceful expression etched in her memory. She whispered a silent prayer of gratitude, thanking Allah for the blessing of his presence in her life.

Making her way to the kitchen, Oman's footsteps carried a lightness she hadn't felt in weeks. As she entered the grand space, she found herself momentarily captivated by the stunning morning view outside the palace windows. The vibrant colors of the royal gardens danced in the early sunlight, creating an enchanting tapestry of nature's beauty.

Lost in the moment, Oman suddenly found herself colliding with someone, causing her to stumble backward. Her eyes widened in surprise as she glanced up to see a young man, tall and handsome, with a disarming smile adorning his face. His name was Faisal, and his presence exuded an air of confidence and charm.

"Oh, my apologies, Your Highness," Faisal said, extending a hand to steady her. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Oman quickly composed herself, her grace returning in an instant. "No harm done," she replied, her voice gentle yet regal. "It seems my mind was wandering a bit too far this morning."

Faisal's gaze met hers, his eyes holding a glimmer of intrigue. "If I may ask, Your Highness, what were you pondering that had your attention so captivated?"

Oman's lips curled into a faint smile, her eyes sparkling with a touch of mischief. "Oh, nothing of great importance, I assure you. Just the wonders of nature and the beauty it brings to our lives. I haven't seen you in the palace before, who are you?"

Faisal's smile widened as he listened to Oman's words, intrigued by her ethereal charm and the genuine warmth in her voice. He took a moment to compose himself before responding, ensuring his tone remained respectful and courteous.

"I apologize for my lack of introduction, Your Highness. My name is Faisal Al-Mansoor, and I am Safeeya's brother," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. "I arrived at the palace just yesterday and I must say, the splendor and grandeur of this place are truly breathtaking."

Oman nodded, her eyes reflecting genuine interest. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Faisal. Safeeya has spoken highly of her family, and I'm honored to finally make your acquaintance. I hope your stay at the palace is comfortable and enjoyable."

Faisal inclined his head, a gesture of gratitude. "Thank you, Your Highness. The palace is indeed a haven of serenity. I can see why it holds a special place in Safeeya's heart."

Oman's smile remained warm as she extended an invitation. "Please, call me Oman. We are family now, and I prefer a more informal approach. If you ever need anything during your stay, feel free to seek my assistance."

Faisal's eyes sparkled with appreciation as he accepted Oman's invitation. "Thank you, Oman. Your kindness is truly admirable. I will keep your offer in mind, and I look forward to getting to know you better."

With a graceful nod, Oman bid him goodbye, her regal presence undiminished. Faisal reciprocated the gesture, his admiration evident in his eyes, as he turned to make his way back to his room.

As he walked through the palace corridors, Faisal couldn't help but reflect on the encounter. Oman's beauty and grace were not just skin deep; her genuine kindness and humility resonated with him. He couldn't deny the curiosity that sparked within him, eager to uncover the depths of her captivating persona.

Little did Faisal know that this chance meeting was the beginning of a profound connection that would shape their lives in ways they could never have imagined. Destiny had intertwined their paths, and as the days unfolded, they would come to realize the true extent of the bond that fate had woven between them.

But for now, as Faisal reached his room and closed the door behind him, he couldn't help but smile at the prospect of what lay ahead. The palace walls held secrets and stories, and he was eager to explore the intricate tapestry of emotions that awaited him in the journey that had just begun.

As Oman made her way back from the kitchen, her mind still filled with the encounter with Faisal, she suddenly collided with Kauthar. They both let out a surprised laugh, their voices echoing through the corridor.

"Oman, my dear, I'm so sorry!" Kauthar exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. "I was lost in my own thoughts and didn't see where I was going."

Oman smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "No need to apologize, Kauthar. It seems our minds have been wandering today. Are you heading somewhere?"

Kauthar's cheeks flushed slightly as she glanced down the corridor. "Actually, I was just heading to my room. Would you care to join me for a moment? I have something on my mind, and I could use your counsel."

Intrigued, Oman nodded and followed Kauthar to her room. They settled into comfortable chairs, surrounded by the soft ambiance of the space.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Oman couldn't help but prod gently. "So, Kauthar, what has been occupying your thoughts so fervently? You seemed lost in a world of your own just now."

Kauthar's cheeks reddened further as she fidgeted with her hands. "Oman, you won't believe it. I have developed the most enormous crush on Faisal. I can't seem to stop thinking about him."

Oman couldn't contain her laughter, a melodic sound that filled the room. "Oh, Kauthar! You and your infatuations. Tell me, what is it about Faisal that has captured your heart so?"

Kauthar sighed dreamily, her voice filled with awe. "Have you seen him, Oman? He is incredibly handsome, with such charm and confidence. Every time he smiles, my heart skips a beat. I've never felt this way before."

Oman leaned forward, her expression both sympathetic and playful. "It seems you're smitten, my dear. But remember, matters of the heart are delicate and require careful consideration. Have you thought about praying to Allah, seeking guidance in your feelings?"

Kauthar nodded, her eyes shining with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "I have, Oman. I've been praying and asking for clarity. I want Allah's will to guide me in this matter. If it's meant to be, I trust that He will show me the way."

Oman smiled, her voice filled with warmth and wisdom. "That's the spirit, Kauthar. Trust in Allah's plan, and in due time, everything will become clear. Until then, enjoy the journey and allow your heart to be open to the beauty that unfolds around you."

Kauthar sighed, a mixture of gratitude and longing in her voice. "Thank you, Oman. Your words bring me comfort. I will continue to pray and be patient. Who knows what the future holds?"

As they embraced, their bond strengthened by their shared confidences, Oman couldn't help but feel a sense of joy. Life had a way of intertwining hearts, and she was grateful for the opportunity to be there for Kauthar, offering her guidance and support on this path of love and discovery.

Little did they know that their individual journeys, filled with laughter, tears, and unexpected twists, would lead them to destinations they never could have anticipated. Together, they would navigate the intricate dance of love and fate, leaning on each other and the wisdom of their shared faith.

And as they sat in Kauthar's room, enveloped in friendship and sisterhood, the palace walls whispered their secrets, carrying the promise of a future yet to be unveiled.