His Queen

Chapter seven

Masin's POV.

Why was I still thinking about her, the moment I laid my eyes on her I just never wanted her to leave my sight. Her beautiful blue eyes that held so much fear, I wish I could comfort... shaking my head I once again tried to get her out my mind as I carried on doing the paper works.

Suliman is a very smart man he probably found one of the prettiest girls in his land and told her to spy on us. But there is something that he doesn't know about me, there are so many women who tried to throw themselves at me but I am Masin Hassan, son of Ibrahim Hassan.

My father has taught me to make those around me fear me, he taught me to never trust anyone because a stab by a loved one is more painful then by a stranger, at the same time he taught me to never go against Allah (SWT) because if I do I will find myself lost.

Speaking of going against Allah the Almighty why was she wearing a scarf, what type of women in this time wore a scarf every female that I have seen so far had their hair out.

But she was different the way she had it tightly wrapped around her neck not a trace of hair shown, her innocence was written all over her face... I once again had to get her out of my head. This is what Suliman wanted you to think he wanted you to believe she's innocent believe she is weak so that he can win this battle.

But nothing that Suliman does will make me lose my focus, not even the unknown blue eyed girl, there was something about her though she looked so similar to her, how can that be though they were all killed.

Once I find out who killed them I can't wait to wrap my hands around their throat and watch them as I take their life, watch them as their soul slowly leaves their body.

She was meant to be mine, her father promised me that she would be mine once she becomes of age. If we didn't have to leave none of this would have happened, I might have been able to protect her although I came back many years later to claim what was rightfully mine I was to late.

A small tear made its way down my cheek I didn't even bother holding it in because what was the use, what was the point of holding on to the hope that she might still be alive when I have been searching for her for a while now.

Ya Allah if she is still alive please give me a sign anything that will help me not lose hope.

I knew that I was young once her father promised me however I didn't care I wanted her to be mine, I wanted to cherish, spoil her just like how she deserved.

I still remember our last encounter, the time I told her that I was leaving, her eyes that were always cheerful always made those around her laugh were filled with sadness and I was the one who caused her it. If I knew it was the last I would be seeing her forever I wasn't going to go knowing that she was angry at me.

"But you said that you would always be by my side, you are a liar" she says as she steps away from me ready to turn around.

"I'm not a liar, I will always be by your side I just have to go with my family because my parents need me back home" I didn't want to concern her to much and tell her that my mother was extremely ill because I knew how much she loved my mother.

"You are a liar I don't want to see you anymore" although she was saying something her eyes were saying the exact opposite.

I knew that any seconds now she was going to burst in tears, my heart broke into pieces seeing her like this and before I could do anything she turned around and ran away.

"Amal...Amal" I screamed for her to stop however she didn't even bother to look back at me.

"I swear that I will be back and claim you as mine Ama...."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door causing me to come back to reality.

"Come in" I said to whoever it was that was on the other side of the door. The door slowly opened and there stood Jamal one of my most loyal fighters.

"So did you find out anything about her?" Jamal nods his head as he makes his way towards me, however he never once glared up to look at me, making me suspicious.

"What is the matter ? Was she sent by Suliman?" Once he heard that he quickly shakes his head but still remains silent.

"Then why are you silent for speak" I raised my voice at him, he knew that my patience was thin and having him stand quietly wasn't benefitting him.

"We only found out one piece of important information" he still says looking down.

"Well get on with it, what was that piece of information" I tried to calm myself so that I didn't jump over the table and punch him on the face, he was really testing my patience here.

"Her identity is..." and he suddenly stopped not being able to say who she was, I could tell he was having an internal battle with himself but of what I don't know.

"If you don't tell me who she is within the next couple of seconds I will have you thrown in the cells" I punched the table to show him that he was starting to get on my nerves.

"Amal Drego" he said it so silently that I didn't even know if I heard it right or was my mind playing tricks on me.

"Repeat that again?" I had to hear it once more maybe he said someone's name which was similar and I mistook it to her name.

"Amal Drego" this time he said it with so much volume that I didn't need any more reassuring. I felt myself get up from the chair and run as fast as my legs could take me to the dungeon.

I knew that I would find you I knew you weren't dead like how everyone said you were.

Forcefully opening the door I ran down the stares and made my way to the cell however what I saw horrified me. She was hanging from the wall her beautiful peach dress was tainted with blood.

And it was all my fault.