NIGHTS: #ANBONUS

Part I: duty calls

Laleh couldn't actually believe it but she missed some aspects of her old life as Blair. Well not actually anything important, she missed her capability to pick an outfit, however risqué or over the top it was and wear it like it was just a simple pair of jeans and a t shirt. She had to find outfits to wear for the European tour her and Zayn where about to undergo. Her style had gone through a complete transformation: sparkles and bodycon dresses where now replaced to make space for pencil skirts and shawls. But one thing did stay the same, her avid love for shoes... Heels especially. For the grueling one week itinerary, all she had planned was shoes and jewelry - it was safe to say she was in dire need of help.

"Hayati, dinner is almost ready and you've spent the whole day in the bedroom, are you okay?" Zayn inquired finding his wife sprawled out on the bed, with frustration etched on her beautiful face. Wife, he loved the sound of that every time he thought of it a surge of warmth spread in his chest as though his heart was expanding in his chest with the immense love he had for her. Zayn sat besides her and began to run his fingers through Laleh's silky locks of hair following the subtle arcs and ebbs of her curls.

"No I'm not sick, I'm frustrated." Laleh replied to her husband enjoying his fingers in her hair, he always new how to calm her whether it was intentional of subconscious. Frustrated? Zayn now couldn't help but wrack his brain for any unintentional wrongdoings that he had done to frustrate his wife, but came up short. They were still enjoying their extended honeymoon period though it had almost bees 6 months since their nuptials. They enjoyed each other, they had gone through too much before to not be happy.

"Did I do something? I know I've been working a lot but there's a lot of preparation needed for this tour." Zayn says apologetically, he had not meant to neglect his wife. The smile and mirth on his wife face now left him deeply confused, why did she him amusing.

"It's nothing about you Zayn, it's the stress of the European tour, you'll laugh at me but I can't figure out what to wear." Laleh confesses embarrassed, Zayn laid back on the bed both relieved and bemused at Laleh's confession, he now turned to face her as she did to him looking into her stormy grey hue of her beautiful eyes.

"Wear what you usually wear." Zayn said, his advice was very useless as he always found her beautiful in whatever she wore whether it be an abaya or a summer dress. He had no style advice for her, he only had three options for his style; a thobe; jeans and a shirt or a suit and royal regalia. "You've gone for many galas and special events before and you looked beautiful."

"It's different this time, I wasn't a princess then, I didn't have a whole nation to represent." Laleh confessed, this was going to be her first event as Laleh Esfandairy Princess of Malikbahr. A lot was riding on her, some had been ready to even dub her the Kate Middleton of the Middle East, as a lot of the dresses she wore to small events sold out within minutes of her wearing them. Zayn was beginning to now understand she was used to being accountable for herself but now she had a whole nation to represent and like the good princess she was, she wanted to do it right - Zayn had been used to the royal pressures, but she was just starting but he knew they'd get through it as long as they were together. 

"Your the best princess, you have nothing to worry about." Zayn said kissing away the frown lines between her eyebrows then moving on to her lips kisses giving her more than the original peck he had envisioned, but as soon as he kissed her a flame of passion ignited within both of them.  His fingers stroking the smooth skin of her back, running his fingers across the valley of her spine up to the hooks of her bra. Whilst he was about to unfasten her bra Laleh's fingers were ardently running though his silky soft locks of hair which probably resembled  a birds nest by now.

Though Zayn was a virgin before their marriage night he knew how to drive her crazy with passion more than any of her previous lovers. Zayn definitely taught her the difference between sex and making love and the two where incomparable. Just as he unfastened her bra there was a knock on the door signifying that dinner was ready. Reluctantly they parted and realigned their clothing and hair to be presentable for dinner, but not without looking at one another taking in each others flushed pink complexion and freshly kissed lips with a promise to continue where they'd left off.

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"Did I tell you that you look beautiful." Zayn  whispered into his wife's ear as they drove through Vienna. His fingers splayed across her thigh stroking the emerald embroidered Elie Saab dress she had chosen for tonight's function.

"Yes, like an hour ago though I'm not complaining." Laleh said looking up at her ever dapper husband in his Tom Ford tuxedo. The bespoke jacket was cut precisely complementing his broad shoulders and hinting at his muscular stature. Laleh pressed a sweet kiss on Zayn's lips enjoying their privacy, during this tour they where seldom alone apart from in the car or hotel rooms but she did enjoy the moments traveling through the romantic old cities of Europe.

"Go time baby." Zayn said stepping out of the car before assisting his wife out of the limousine. Zayn couldn't help look at his wife with awe and love. She looked every bit the Princess that she was . The off the shoulder gown was complimented with a cape flowing his the mermaid silhouette and her dark locks pulled off her face for all to admire her beauty.

"Your supposed to look at the cameras." Laleh chided as they walked down the red carpet, so far Zayn was just looking in her direction instead of the cameras. It also didn't help that she was doing the same, both just settled with tightening their intertwined fingers.

VOGUE

Forget the Duchess of Cambridge there's a new Princess in town

Crown Princess Laleh Esfandairy of Malikbahr is giving us major style goals, and life goals. She is a new princess, only receiving her title early on this year, but she is carrying the role of princess like a seasoned professional. Her philanthropic work under the Laleh Esfandairy-Bakhtair foundation is enough to make us sell our prized possessions to build a school in Zambia. She has consistently slayed from her visit to 10 Downing Street, to the Opera house in Monaco with the royal family.

She proved that modest is the new sexy, from her blush Chanel tweed suit with palazzo pants meeting with the French president, her Dior dress at the private state dinner with those custom made Manolo's Blaniks. Can we also talk about her and husband Prince Zayn Al-Haydar? Talk about the epitome of hotness and his loving glances at his wife make us swoon even more. There's a new royal couple in town and they've got all of our attention.