Between our hands

Chapter 59: The Weight of the World, the Lightness of a Moment.

The next morning, as the first light of day timidly illuminated the palace, Maëlle was already in full swing. A new day of royal duties awaited her, and this time, the fatigue from the previous days was beginning to take its toll. Her obligations had taken on colossal proportions, with each meeting and each trip adding extra weight to her shoulders. Today, she had to oversee economic projects, meet local officials, and manage the ever-growing expectations of the residents.

Samy, steadfast by her side, observed silently. His role as a bodyguard, though demanding, was sometimes emotionally difficult, as he had to ensure Maëlle’s safety while maintaining a respectful distance. Yet, in every moment their eyes met, he felt the invisible connection that bound them together. Despite the fatigue evident in her eyes, she always displayed a serene face in public, a mask she wore with elegance.

The first meeting of the day took place in a grand hall of the palace, where representatives from various ministries, members of the royal family, and international experts gathered to discuss upcoming reforms. Maëlle, perfectly prepared, listened attentively to each speaker, taking notes and asking pertinent questions. She was in her element, but Samy could see the micro-expressions of fatigue on her face, the way she discreetly rubbed her temples when she thought no one was watching.

Between two speeches, Samy quietly approached her, positioning himself a few steps from her chair, as he usually did. But this time, in an almost imperceptible whisper, he reassured her:

“It’s going to be okay. I’m right here beside you.”

Maëlle lifted her head slightly, a discreet smile playing on her lips, although her eyes remained focused on the documents in front of her. This brief moment, however fleeting, brought her a breath of fresh air. She knew that Samy was not just her physical protector but also her emotional pillar.

The meeting continued, and discussions became increasingly technical, especially when it came to talking about investments in rural areas. Maëlle, passionate about these issues, became deeply involved in the exchanges. She explained with conviction the planned initiatives to modernize agricultural infrastructures, promote equal opportunities, and improve living conditions in isolated regions. The representatives, initially skeptical, gradually seemed to align with her ideas, impressed by her determination.

During one intervention, a minister, Mr. Haddad, expressed his concern: “Your Majesty, these projects require substantial funding. How can we ensure constant financial support?”

Maëlle did not waver. “Minister, we need to think long-term. Education is an investment in our future. If we create opportunities for young people, we will stimulate the economy and create jobs.”

Another speaker, a renowned economist, added: “I agree with the princess. We have the opportunity to transform our country. But we need the support of local communities. We should organize forums to discuss directly with them.”

The room nodded in agreement, and Maëlle felt increasingly supported. At the end of the meeting, she exchanged a few words with the participants. A young man, an expert in rural development, approached her:

“Your Majesty, I am truly impressed by your passion for these projects. Have you considered collaborating with local NGOs? They could provide logistical support and a better understanding of community needs.”

“That’s an excellent idea,” she replied, delighted. “I will discuss it with my team. Thank you for your suggestion.”

Time passed, and soon it was lunchtime. Maëlle quickly slipped out of the meeting room, seeking a bit of respite. Samy naturally followed her, always a few steps behind. As they headed toward a small courtyard of the palace, a quiet spot where Maëlle liked to recharge, she slowed down and waited for him.