Tales Of The Heart

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Heaving  out a deep sigh, the crowned prince fastened the knot of the leather sack he carried his clothes within. As he proceed to collect his other stationary which he used to write letters and journals.

He loved writing. The thought of collecting all his memories in the form of words, from his journey that he would love to cherish when he would be confined within the golden cage was overwhelming.

The moment he was crowned he would be caged within high walls of laws that and protocols, could not much as travel without proper troops with himself for he would be the King.

He was aware, the journey might be his last for his father conveyed his decision of crowning him upon his return. He had been training for the day ever since he was at the tender age of five nevertheless he still wasn't ready for the extraordinary responsibility.

"My Prince, would you perhaps like some tea?", asked Sahir.
"Certainly", the prince ambled out of his temporary bed chamber as he settled around the wooden table where his companions sat.

"What do you wish to do now, my Prince?", Harun asked whilst pouring the tea on a wooden cup for the royal.
"I am afraid, I do not know, brother", the Prince heaved out a breath.

The time for his return had arrived and Hamad was yet to send words for him. If the elder act stubborn then he wouldn't have any other choice than to use his royal rank. It was clear Inaya wished to marry him as well hence he needed to do something to have her as his spouse.

He couldn't reach any conclusions to why Hamad was hesitant to accept his proposal. It wasn't his arrogance but a simple truth that no subject of his would react like Hamad upon receiving such an  heartfelt confession from him.

He was a Crowned Prince and he definitely had many advantages. A father would go to a great extent just for the prince to take their daughter as his spouse. They wouldn't even mind if the Prince decided to take more than one wife because being a part of royal family brings numerous benefits.

Shahzaib could guess, Hamad was not one of such greedy father rather he was beyond protective of Inaya. He even understood the elder's hesitancy to accept as he assumed being a part of royal family would need huge political cunningness and he doubts Inaya had any such traits.

She was simply innocent.

Regardless of his assumptions and understanding, he wasn't ready to accept defeat such easily. He was determined to marry Inaya and he definitely will.

It was early hours of the morning, Inaya had not been visiting the town like she did before, but he did get a glimpse of her at the beach. He wished to approach her nevertheless he believed, his unannounced presence might make her uncomfortable.

Without giving much of a thought, he mounted the stallion and galloped towards the beach, ignoring all the protests from his companions.

It took mere moments to arrive at the beach, he safely tied his stallion to a tree and made sure there was enough bushes for the beloved animal to feed on.

His big strides took him to the place where Inaya spend her time reading a book or painting. A smile adored his face upon seeing the woman of his dreams immersed in painting, he could not make what was on the paper but he was contented to see her, even when her face was covered.

He neared Inaya and the sound of his footsteps caught Eira's attention. Initially she was alert but when he removed the scarf from his face, a expression of familiarity glistened in her eyes. She smiled before excusing herself and stood at a distance.

Shahzaid offered a nod of appreciation along with a smile at her unasked actions.

"May I have a few words, Lady Inaya?", his sudden deep voice had the lady to startled, her shaphire shining eyes found his before ducking it lower in shyness.
"Certainly",