Layla
Nights and days passed and soon two weeks had gone by. Sharif and I were forming a fast friendship while the King and I have yet to have an actual conversation. I missed my brothers terribly wanting to see them more and more as each day passes. I also miss Asad, although he is just a horse I am extremely fond of him. He became a sweet companion and a thing of comfort for me and right now I would love some of that comfort.
Currently I am walking the gardens with Sharif, taking in the beauty of it all. "Sharif?" I called.
"Hmm?"
"Can you speak to his Highness about bringing me my horse?" I asked.
"Your horse?" He asked incredulously.
"Yes Asad my horse. I really do miss him and I would love to ride him through the fields belonging to the palace." I stated.
"Well I could ask him and he most likely could bring him here, but wouldn't it be better for you to ask. After all he is in love with you." Sharif said.
"In love? Huh! I highly doubt it. I'm just an emerald that he has seen and liked, in a couple more weeks he will throw me away and find himself a new jewel such as a ruby or diamond. This obsession he has for me won't last. Besides even if he loved me, don't you think he would at least attempt at spending some time with me?"
"I don't know sunshine, from what I'm seeing either the man's in love already or he's falling in love with you. He has women falling at his feet. The longest his relationships have lasted were about a week. You've been here for three weeks including your recovery." He paused. "His highness certainly has a thing for you."
His words got to me, but I won't allow it to show, "Whatever just please let him know that I want my Asad."
"I'll speak to him about it. But I still think it's best if you say it." He repeated.
I opened my mouth to say something back but closed it when I saw a guard approaching. He bowed before speaking "Your highness, his majesty the King of Jabbah has requested your presence in the throne room."
"My name is Layla!" I huffed. Sharif just chuckled from behind me.
"I'm sorry but orders are orders." He smiled apologetically.
"Very well, take me to him."
We arrived in front of a set of doors, I had no idea what lays on the other side. "Thank you." I nodded to the guard and the doors were opened. Before I stepped inside I turned to Sharif. "It's best if you stay outside, or you can leave and do something productive with your life." I jested.
He smiled, "Yes, I'll leave and do something productive. See you tomorrow sunshine!" He waved and walked off.
"Sunshine?" His voice came from behind me.
I turned and met his eyes. He was frowning, of course. "Yes it's a pet name for me. Is there a problem with that? You aren't jealous are you?" I taunted.
"Perhaps I am, or I'm not but that's not important." He spoke, his eyes lighting up.
"What do you want?" I questioned, quite rudely actually.
"I want to woo you remember and I've given you enough space. Come," he held out his hand for me to take. "I've prepared a meal for us in my garden."
I eyed his hand suspiciously before speaking. "I was just in the garden, why did you make me come all the way here only to take me back."
"No habibti, I have my own private garden." He gestured to his hand once again.
I sighed deeply, knowing that I am going to regret it later but placed my hand in his anyway. "Lead away your Highness."
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Layla
Historical FictionLet us go back in time, into the Arabian Nights. Layla is a fierce young girl that battles every stereotype for a girl of her time. She gets what she wants whenever she wants it. But will it last forever?