Part of His Game

Chapter 5~ Husani

*Husani*

Once the two massive doors had creaked open, a bomb of music and cheers reached our ears. Safiya had jumped and tightened her grip around my arm. I guess she had seemed to have been frightened by the noise. I chuckled at her reaction. She definitely wasn't used to these kind of parties.

"Finally the birthday boy has arrived!"my father announced.
"Come, come sit by me my son," he said gesturing the seat next to him.

We walked down the aisle towards my father sitting at his throne. As we were walking, whistles and hoots echoed throughout the room. My proud smile had faded away.

My jaw clenched and my biceps tensed hearing this. Of course they were whistling for Safiya. It's not like I care or anything, it's just that I feel bad for what woman go through with these perverted men.

We had reached my father and everyone had gone back to their previous conversations. A slave had approached us, offering drinks. I gladly took one, but Safiya had a questioning look on her face. She immediately looked up at me, as if I should know the answer to what she wants.

I lowered my mouth to her ear and whispered," Just try it honey." She responded with an unsure smile, and then took the cup.

I looked up to find the waitress to be the pretty slave I was obsessing about. Her name is Akila. I've had a crush on her ever since I was 12. I've only talked to her a couple times since we've met. She had a saddened look on her face. I wonder what's bothering her, but I don't have the guts to ask her anyways.

I turned my head to see Safiya place a sly grin on her face with a smirk following it.

"What?" I questioned.

"Oh, nothing," she lied with a mocking tone in her voice. Ra, women.

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The night went on with laughter, drinking, and celebration. Of course I couldn't get drunk, I was too smart for that, but I couldn't say the same for the other men. Safiya was standing by my side, until this drunk man decided to approach us, and dare speak to me in such a tone!

"Fine looking woman you got there your highness," he slurred stumbling towards her figure."How much was she?" he said, smacking her ass and causing her to gasp. I pushed her behind my tall figure, so that she wouldn't be hurt in what was just about to go down.

"How dare you!" I growled, grasping his arm with intense fury flowing throughout my veins. Revenge! Revenge was all I wanted, the only thought coming across my mind. I'm not like this! I'm not this cruel to my subjects, but for some reason, I am hurting one of my people? But I have a damn good reason to do this! Revenge!

Without thinking, I grabbed the mans hands and bended them back as far as I could. He released a shriek of pain in reply, but all I cared about was seeing this man in even more pain. Thinking this, I put even more pressure on his fingers, but came back to reality when a sharp snap echoed throughout my mind, making me realize what I have done.

The people around me had reappeared around the room, and not one person wasn't looking at me, with fear and disbelief in their eyes.

Stop looking at me peasants! That was all I wanted to scream. But they would understand why I would do this, to keep this man off of her. Wait.... the man!

"Guards!" I commanded. As if reading my mind, they took the man away and exited the door. The people around me seemed to resume with their previous conversations, knowing that they should not bother a prince during this time. Now, where is the woman?

I searched the crowd for Safiya's face, but found nothing. Casually walking around the room, I asked people if they have seen her, and they simply answered as if nothing had ever happened. Everyone's answer was no, until I saw Akila passing out more wine for people to drink.

I approached her, planning to ask about Safiya, but I had more in mind to talk about then just where she is.

"Good evening Akila," I started. She turned around and a genuine smile marked her face. I really wanted to talk to her, get to know her, but Safiya is the main priority. That and I couldn't think of anything good to start a conversation.

"Have you've seen Safiya?" I simply asked.

"Actually, yes. She told me to escort her to the Prince's chambers, because she didn't know the right way." she answered. I must have given her a confused look, because she then said,"Was I supposed to do that?"

"Yes, thank you for your helpful answer," I finished, then walked away from her. Ugh! I'm so cowardly! I don't even have the courage to talk to the girl of my dreams! Whatever, I have to go see if Safiya is alright.

Making my way over to my room, I couldn't help but wonder why Safiya left the party? I mean, I know that a drunk guy slapping your ass can traumatize you, but why would she chose to come to my room?

When I reached the entrance, I slightly creaked the door open, shocked when I realized that the lamps were out, leaving the room in darkness. But the moon light shone throughout my balcony, revealing a small silhouette lying on one side of my bed. So, Safiya is asleep already. Maybe, I should just leave her be, I don't want to stare at her all night. Quietly trying to close my heavy wooden door, slight movement from my bed caught my attention.

"Wait!" a drowsy voice spoke up. Opening up the door all the way, I saw Safiya sitting up on my bed, meeting my eyes.

"Well, what is it that you want?" I asked.

"Husani," she started."I can't sleep." Puzzled by her answer, I made my way next to the bedside and sat at the edge. Not really knowing how to solve this problem, I decided to wing it this time.

"Why can't you sleep?" I asked.

"Because, I can't stop thinking about my father, my mother, and my sisters," she shed a tear after she said this. "They were taken away from me... no, I was taken away from them!" she scowled at me, but then miraculously fell into my arms. I gasped, not knowing what to do. I really don't know how to deal with women.

My instincts told me to wrap my arms around her, but my heart told me that this was wrong. But what can I do, it's not like Akila and I are in a real relationship, but Safiya and I are somehow forced into one.

I wrapped my arms around her frail body, and she continued to sob. I tried to soothe her in all possible ways, but noticed that I couldn't soothe the fact that, she really was taken away from her family. I would hate to be in her position. I don't know how I would go on living. Time passed, and her crying had turned into weak sniffles.

"Hu-husani," she started. I stared down into her green emerald eyes waiting for her to say something, anything to get my mind off of her beauty. "Can you sleep with me?"

"What?" I screamed. She must be crazy.

"Oh, wait... no, no, no! I meant sleep with me, like next to me," she saved herself. Thank Ra! Well, I kind of want to go back to my party, but maybe I should just stay here with Safiya.

"Alright!" I replied. A small smile stained her face and she laid her head atop my pillow. I laid down next to her, wondering what my father was thinking right now. Safiya had turned to her side and quietly dozed off. I on the other hand, couldn't bear to sleep with too many events in my life.

It's not like we're together or anything. This sentence repeated itself over and over throughout my mind. Yes, it's not like we're together, it's just an act. Just an act.