Chapter 5
Arya's POV
We arrive at the palace; it is a dark palace. It doesn't look like anyone would want to live here on their own will. It's very gloomy and sad as if it has an aura of danger or misfortune. It is nothing compared to my palace at Ajra. There is a dark figure that looks like Anwar. I look back and see his mother holding a sword at Prince Zayn's neck.
"Abdicate your rule to me my dear cousin," Anwar says.
"I will never leave my people under your rule," I say
"Oh dear cousin do you think I was suggesting it to you? No, no, no I wasn't giving you a choice," he says with an evil grin.
"How will you make me?" I counter with this new found courage that I didn't know existed in me.
"Oh dear Princess my son isn't one to give up a fight so easily. Besides you wouldn't want Prince Zayn to die because of this now, would you?" Anwar's mother says with a sinister smile.
"Keep him out of it," I say calmly.
"Oh no, my dear cousin, he is the main part of all of this," Anwar says with a menacing grin.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Oh you seriously don't think he or you will leave here alive, do you?" Anwar teases.
"What do you mean by?" I ask baffled.
"He was the main decoy of my plan. He was placed to meet you by me. I could easily just kill him and blame you or kill you and blame him gaining Ajra and Zailaan. Now either you abdicate the throne to me or one of you dies. Your choice dear cousin," Anwar mocks.
"Why don't we have a one-on-one duel? Shall we? The winner gains Ajra, deal?" I place the agreement in front of him.
"Dear cousin, do you think of me that poorly? Am I that hated by you? What have I done to you? Do you think you are that much better than me?" Anwar asks circling me feigning care and hurt.
"So Anwar if you believe that you are that much better than why not?" I tease with a sly grin.
"Dear cousin if that's what you want then that's what we'll do but if you lose then Ajra and Zailaan is mine and you will abdicate your rule without trouble so you will be able to live," he says with a mischievous smile.
"Okay but if I win you will be hung for treason along with Aunty and Zailaan with go back to Prince Zayn. Agreed?" I ask
"Agreed," he responds.
"One more thing we get to use the weapon of our choice," he says thoughtfully.
"I want my father's sword," I say calmly.
"And I want my father's sword," he says with a sly smile.
"You mean my uncle's sword. He isn't your father, your father was the slave that died the day you were born," I say with hatred and anger.
"He is my father since he accepted me as his son," he says to anger me even more.
"He never truly accepted you; he used a political tactic to let his unfaithful wife whom he loved live. He always considered me as his child and he cared and loved me more than he could ever love you," I scoff angering him.
"Is that so? Your own father never cared for you. He loved his son more than he could ever love you. He would be ashamed if he could see you ruling Ajra," he spat.
"Well we couldn't possibly know about how he would feel because of you. My father wanted me to rule Ajra. He was proud of the ruler; he knew I would one day be come. I was my father's most prized possession." I counter.
"What do you mean because of me? You were his prized possession? Joke right?" he scoffs.
"If you hadn't killed him, he would see the ruler I've become, and I've always been my father's most prized possession. Where have you been for the past 21 years?" I state smirking.
"If want to believe so you have every right to but who told you I killed Uncle? Why would I do that? How could you blame me of such a thing?" he asks showing hurt and sadness.
"I must say Anwar you are quite an actor but, drop the act we both know you did it," I say trying to lower my anger.
"Well if you already know then what's the point in hiding it? Why don't we get started with our battle, shall we?" he says with fake relief as if he was mocking me and my father.
"Why don't we start the duel? I will not lose to a slave like you," I say with confidence.
"I am not a slave," he says with great anger.
Our weapons are brought to us as we start he says "battle to death?" with a scoff.
"Battle to death," I approve.
"Princess you don't know what you're up against," he says.
He starts to make novice moves and I only deflect the blows not fighting back. I will not harm him until it be necessary. He starts to make intermediate move and I still deflect his blows.
"Princess do you seriously believe that I will start with my best moves? Or do you believe that you will win without trying?" he says with a blow at every other word.
We fight for quite some time blow after blow deflecting each other's sword. We both have wounds some deeper than others but no one near death.
"Princess," Prince Zayn yells gaining my attention as Anwar gets the sword out of my hand and leaves me at sword point.
"Dear cousin, you've lost now should I kill you or will you abdicate the throne?" Anwar mocks.
"Kill me, I will not leave my kingdom in your hands," I say with dignity and honor.
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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...
