SULTAN {Preview}

Chapter Thirty

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Batuul

I lay on my bed, tossing, turning and thinking of everything and nothing. It's been exactly a month after Yaya's wedding and my life had fallen back to its normal boring self. All I do all day is wake up in the morning, pray, take my bath, dress up then eat and pray again, then maybe sleep and the routine goes on till evening. Sometimes I go over to Umma's chamber and chat with her, or spend time with Khalil, or just sit in the garden all day or ride horses within the Palace.

Above all however, I had found peace of mind and solace in reading the Quran. Ever since the day of Yaya's wedding that I slept in Umma's room, and she advised me to pray. I had prayed the first time and felt relieved, so I decided to continue. I continued the next day, and the day after and it became a habit. It was my new therapy. I spent my nights praying and my mornings reciting the Holy Quran, and prayed to Allah to remove Yaya's love from my heart. Alhamdulillah it's finally going, or I can proudly say it's all gone already.

This new found peace and solace made me scold myself for wallowing in worry and spending my days sitting in the garden and my nights crying, when in fact I could turn to Allah and pray. Prayers sure does wonders to one's life. It was prayers that made me have the courage to go out that faithful day to unveil Khairi, I saw the shock on Yaya's face, he clearly never expected I would come, but then he gave me a grateful smile, which I just shrugged away. Yes, it intentional, I wanted him to know that I was so over him.

It was also prayers that made me welcome Khairi the next day when they came to greet Umma, not that it didn't hurt me then, to see them together hand in hand, and also it didn't escape my notice the new look on Yaya face, that look... That look of happiness and satisfaction. I masked my pain away and asked for her forgiveness for I had wronged her in different ways, and if I really needed to change, I had to put all my past behind. I must admit the fact that I miss her though, even though I pick at her at every given opportunity, but I guess when you stay with a person for long, you are definitely bound to have that bound.

She comes around often to greet Umma and we were kind of getting along slowly. Now that I look back, I sometimes laugh at how stupid I was for insisting that I wanted to marry Yaya. I mean right from childhood, my top wish was to be free. To be able to live a normal life like every other girl my age, to be able to go visit friends, make as much friends as possible, go to the market, bargain the prices of things, drag water from the well or from a running stream stoop over a burning fire to arrange the woods. Just, be free.

Royalty never offered me that freedom as a princess, what more if I became a queen. Not that I dislike royalty, no, I was born in it, I grew up in it but it's formalities are way too much for my liking. Marrying Yaya wouldn't have been the right answers to my prayers, marrying someone not royalty will be. So maybe me not marrying him was a blessing in disguise, and maybe, just maybe, it was only a crush that I had not love, maybe it was the idea of me being his wife that I liked.

I was startled by the sharp knock on my door, and after asking and giving the person permission to come in, in came an angry looking Khalil as he stood over me stroking his premature looking beards that he just recently started developing. He looked like an over pampered baby. I stifled a laugh and put on my best big sister face

"What's it again this time Khalil?"

"One man, who said he's a King is standing outside with his people, he said I should call you" he replied, his nose flaring in anger

"Now Khalil, did the man say he is a King or he actually is a King? I asked amused

"He's a King"