Chapter 6
Arya's POV
"Wake up," someone says harshly shaking me.
I turn around and try to ignore the person.
"Wake up please," the female says once again trying to wake me.
"Oh Allah (A/N: Muslim God), she's just like Zayn," the young girl says annoyed.
"You know I'm still here," Prince Zayn's melodious voice says.
"Yes, I meant for you to hear that," the girl says as I open my eyes.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"You take forever to wake up in the morning," she whines.
"Lady Soraya, you have aroused," he says noticing me with his award winning smile.
"As-salam alaykum (A/N Islamic greeting)," I say trying to be more awake as the bright sun light hits my eyes from the open carriage gate.
"Wa 'alaykum al-salaam (A/N Islamic greeting)," he says helping me out of the carriage.
"So you're the Warrior Lady Soraya from Ajra?" the girl says in a tone of admiration.
"Um... yes I am. Sorry but I do not recall who you are," I say trying to remember if I have seen her before.
"Oh no, we haven't met I am Princess Amira," she says smiling.
She looks just like Prince Zayn; her eyes, her smile, everything resembles him. Oh right that's because she's his sister.
"Oh so you're the well known Princess whose marriage has been set with the handsome Prince Ali of Agraba," I say smiling.
"Yes, but how did you know? It has not been announced yet," she says surprised.
"Congratulations, I was at the Duke's funeral and your father told us about the wedding," I say joyfully.
"Thank you, I'm so sorry about the Duke, he was a good man," she says frowning.
"As am I, but at this happy occasion a beautiful future bride like you should only be smiling and talking about happy things," I say with a warm smile.
"Why of course that's true speaking of ill may bring bad luck," Prince Zayn says in a teasing manner.
"Ah but Inshallah (A/N: if god be willing) there will be no such issues in your wedding," I say directing the conversation towards the better.
"Inshallah (A/N: if god be willing)," she says smiling in shyly.
"Now your Highness, how am I to help you?" I say facing Prince Zayn.
"Ah as for now you can follow my dear sister to your room that would be great help," Prince Zayn says facing me.
Just as he finishes the gate to the palace opens and two carriages enter.
"Who are they?" I softly ask Princess Amira as the carriages come to a stop in front of us.
"Oh just some of Zayn's friends, let's meet them before leaving," she replies with a smile as four young men come out of the carriages.
"Good Afternoon Princess Amira, Zayn and who are you?" a young man with curly hair and green eyes asks leaning forward and bowing slightly and giving a hand.
"She's mine," Prince Zayn says possessively coming between us.
He only did that for my modesty so considerate of him. I didn't notice how muscular he is until he stood between us.
"Oh possessive?" one of the other boys who has brown hair blue-green eyes teases Prince Zayn.
"What's her name?" a younger prince with blonde hair blue eyes asks.
"Lady Soraya from Ajra" Zayn introduces me moving next to me.
"It's a pleasure meeting you Lady Soraya, I'm Prince Liam from Lunalia," a fairly handsome prince who has brown hair and brown eyes but not as gorgeous as Prince Zayn's says bowing slightly.
"I'm Prince Harry of Styland," the first prince says also slightly bowing.
"I'm Prince Louis of Tommoland," says the prince that was teasing Prince Zayn
"I'm Prince Niall of Horland," says the last Prince.
"Pleasure meeting all of you," I say with a smile.
"No, no the pleasure is ours. It is quite a pleasure meeting who has enticed our dear Prince Zayn," Prince Harry says giving Prince Zayn a teasing smile.
I am most likely blushing and I don't have my niqaab (A/N: It's the part of the scarf that covers the face showing only the eyes) today.
"Well why don't I show you to your room Lady Soraya," Princess Amira says smiling.
"Yes Your Highness, please do I have been awake for 2 days and nights before the carriage ride," I say smiling.
"Why? That is really not good for you," Princess Amira says with great care.
"I was trying to get home from the funeral as soon as can be," I say with a weak smile.
"What are we waiting for?" Prince Harry asks motioning for us all to walk in the Palace.
I catch Prince Zayn's eyes on me causing me to look away immediately.
"Farewell dear Lady," he whispers in my ear as we all walk in the Palace. Princess Amira takes my hand and shows me to a room.
"There is a change of clothes in the wardrobe," she says pointing to the wardrobe.
"Thank you Princess," I say picking a nice and comfortable outfit.
"Sweet dreams dear Lady," Princess Amira says.
"Thank you dear Princess but, please call me Soraya," I respond smiling.
"Yes I will but you should call me Amira. Have some rest, see you soon," she says smiling.
"Bye thanks," I say as she leaves the room.
I walk in the bathroom change into the outfit and get into bed thinking about all that has happened in the past few hours before falling asleep.
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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...
