Umaizah's POV
How would you feel if your first love was now someone who you couldn't see but know they're in your presence?
Well I'm stuck in a position I wish I was never in. A position I don't think I can escape anytime soon. Here I am zoning out into space. I thought about the first guy I've ever met who wasn't a royal.
Tears let out as I remember him being my first love, first kiss and the first person I would go to when something was wrong. Now I have to think of him as a servant here at the palace. I don't think I'll be continue life like this any longer.
A few days ago, I overheard my father and Amir's conversation late at night. I was trying to find my way to the bathroom (since some of the lights didn't work). It didn't seem like a normal spoken conversation. I could hear father raising his voice, giving the impression of the situation being serious.
"Never think about speaking to Umaizah again!"
I didn't hear much from Amir and when I did, his words were muffled. The only words I could make out were "Yes Majesty." I wish I knew everything behind this. In the meantime, I will only be left with these words within my thoughts.
Amir's POV
I lay in this wooden bed thinking about the person I adore and miss. I'd never thought I would end up in this situation. I was in the Towers of Silence, basically caged up like an animal. All I can think about is Umaizah. The Princess of Serendria. She's all I ever think about these days. It's never about anything or anyone else. She was the first royal - the first important person I had met.
The air filled in with this sense of mystery. Restlessly, I walked back and forth in this tiny room the king gave me. I opened the window to let fresh air to keep me calm but didn't work. I'm surprised he even let me live. I was unable to shake off the persistent thought of Umaizah.
The wind howled as minutes went by. Anger took over my current mood. I clenched my fists, thinking about His Majesty's orders. I hated how strict and self centred he was.
"Never think about speaking to Umaizah again!"
The words linger in my ears. How the hell was I supposed to sort things out with Umaizah if I can't speak to her without my head being chopped off? She's over heavy security because of her escape and because of me. I tried to stay awake to figure out ways to communicate with Umaizah. I can't be left to this. I need to make a change before something happens.
Laying here helpless with my actions, I slowly let my eyes close, granting them a rest they deserve for this past week.
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Fate of deception
FantasyShe's a solitary princess, the sole heir to the throne, burdened by the weight of her father's authoritarian rule. Filled with a yearning for freedom and a thirst for independence, she flees the confines of the palace walls, seeking a path of her ow...
