Golden Jasmine: The Ameer's concubine.

36. Trails.

            

                 I would walk into the most dangerous places, as long as I am with you.

Sparkles flashed from the purple crystals and glass decors in the chamber. The standing mirror, with its intricate design and structure, with large gems embedded in its frame seemed like the highlight of the room. It showcases beauty but eventually loses it when the dweller stands before it. Beside it was the vanity table, with fragrance containers on it, one in particular, gentle streams exuding from its holes, wrapping the room in the scent of Oud and Jasmine. 

A circular large soft rug sat in the middle of the room with large dark purple patterns on it. By the left was a wooden makeshift white wall, that led to the dressing room and a Hamam behind it. 

Two tall windows on the walls of the chamber were covered with large curtains with flower pots sitting before them. At the front of the room was a small library with book shelves a tea table and sedans around. Hanging from the ceilings was a beautiful piece of chandelier. 

In the middle of the room was a queen-sized bed, laid with a soft purple and silver canopy. Its right curtain was raised at the moment with only the thin transparent one down. Beside the bed was a praying mat with the lady bent in sujood, in a special conversation a servant can only have with their Lord. 

‘Rabbi, you have hidden a lot from us for our good. Secrets lie deep in the earth that uprooting them cause pain to many but with the truth, comes peace. Ya Allah, unfold that which is good for us and make things easier for us. Assist us in our quest and send more mercy to our parents and make us meet each other in Jannah,’ 

She sat up and said her salam shortly. Yasmine wiped her cheeks and picked the small mushaf on the mat and crossed her legs, while she started reciting the Quran melodiously. About thirty minutes later, she raised her head to the left window where she heard a knock. 

Yasmine rose and kept the Quran in the drawer by her bed side before walking to the window. She could already see the familiar silhouette. She opened the window and he turned around with a smile on his face. He wore a black robe over his clothes with the hood down while holding another. 

“Asaalamu alaiki, Ya Amira,” he tipped his head in greeting. 

“Wa alaikumusalam my Amir,” Yasmine returned before asking curiously, “Why didn't you use the door?” It was his palace and everyone already knew their relationship, what's the secrecy for. 

Jaasir simply grinned at her question and walked over while she made way for him. He stopped before her and uttered, “Can't you see? It makes the love story more adventurous,” 

“What?” she looked at him confused and he whispered, “Like the love stories in novels. The prince climbs up the princess’s window at night just to see her,” 

Yasmine felt her lips twitch and she shook her head at his mischievous grin. She walked back in while he followed her. 

“Hmmm, I'm envious of this room. Are you sure I won't move in?” Jaasir hummed while looking around. He loved how the servants made the room better than he imagined. 

“Boys aren't allowed,” Yasmine said, making him turn to her. He smirked and asked, “What am I doing here then?” 

“You sneaked in,” she replied simply. 

“Are you going to shout?” his smirk widened. 

Yasmine shrugged. “It's of no use. Unfortunately for me, the villain also owns the palace I'm stuck in,” 

This made Jaasir laugh. “You are right about that one Yasmine, you are stuck to me,” He came closer to her and held her chin gently. “You are stuck with me for eternity, azizatiy,” he said profoundly, matching her gaze. Her lashes fluttered and he felt her soft palm on his hand. She took his hand down and asked, “Are we leaving now?”