Chapter 1:
Arya’s P.O.V.
Two weeks later
The funeral went well and tomorrow I’ll be going home, hopefully. Now I should go to bed. I have to leave early in the morning right after Fajr (A/N prayer before sunrise)
*Skip to Fajr*
I wake up to pray. I make wudu (A/N the washing that Muslims have to do before prayer) and pray the Morning Prayer as Princess Alisha comes to my room to bid me good bye.
“You know, you could stay a little longer,” she says dejectedly.
“But I have to get back to my kingdom and take control of all that is happening there,” I state causing her to feel worse.
“You know King Yasir thinks you would be perfect for his son Prince Zayn,” she says with a smile.
“He doesn’t even know the real me nor has he seen my face,” I say with a smile.
“Of course he doesn’t, no one knows that you’re Princess Arya Afsar Ajram,” she says, faking greatness while saying my name.
“Ha ha ha very funny. You know I talked to your parents and they said you can come with me,” I say with a small smirk.
“Really?!” she exclaims.
“Yes really, your stuff is already ready,” I say grinning.
“Let’s go,” she says.
“Yeah let’s,” I say getting out of my room and walking towards the room where her parents were.
Her parents were very close with my parents so they know who I am. I have been to many kingdoms including Prince Zayn’s but never as Princess Arya because I want to know people for who they really are and not for whom they want Princess Arya to see them as. In many kingdoms the rich are treated as superior but I don’t think that that is how it should be since a King or Queen can only rule if the people want him or her to rule. Why should we feel superior if who we are is because of these so called peasants? As for Princes they all want to gain my kingdom through marriage, so I don’t travel as myself often.
I walk into the room where Princess Alisha’s parents are.
“As-salam alaykum (A/N Islamic greeting) Uncle, Aunty,” I say with a smile as I walk in.
“Wa ‘alaykum al-salaam (A/N Islamic greeting) child, how are you?” they respond.
“Alhamdulillah, how are you?” I respond.
“Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah. Are you leaving?” he asks.
“Yes Uncle, I just came to say I was leaving,” I respond with a smile.
“Okay child, be safe,” Alisha’s mother says.
“Yes Aunty I’ll try,” I say smiling as someone barges in the room panting causing me to turn and see Lieutenant Samar running in.
“Princess you need to get home immediately,” he says trying to get his breathing to be normal.
“I was just leaving by carriage. What has happened Samar?” I say getting apprehensive.
“Your highness, we are at war with the Zailaans,” he says still panting.
“What?! How could that be? I am not home nor is King Yasir. Who issued this war?” I ask, baffled.
“Your cousin Anwar,” he replies.
“How could he issue a war I didn’t leave him in charge?” I respond.
“I don’t know your Highness,” he responds.
“I’ll go home by horseback. It will save a day or two. I need to go put a stop to this nonsense. Uncle tell Alisha I’ll be back to get her as soon as I can,” I say rushing to the stable to retrieve my horse.
I get on the horse and head home to all the confusion.
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Masked A Zayn Malik AU
Fanfiction"I had no other choice," - Princess Arya Afsar Ajram. Is it wrong to lie if it saves one's life? With her life in danger, Arya lies to Prince Zayn. She hides her true identity, afraid of death at his hands, she assumes a name of a close confidante...
