Chapter 11:
Zayn's P.O.V.
"Well now that all the love stories are done lets go to bed," I says.
"Yes, please lets," Princess Akhira says as everyone else unanimously agrees.
"Ahh but don't go to sleep before praying Isha (A/N: Evening prayer)," Amira says as all of us stand up to go to our rooms.
"Good night," Prince Harry says to all of us as he takes Princess Jacquline and walks towards the door followed by the rest of the princes with their princesses leaving Lady Soraya, Amira and I in the room.
"Let's go pray," I say with a small smile.
"Let's," Amira says walking out of the room.
"Do you want to pray with me?" I ask Lady Soraya hesitantly.
"It would be an honor, your highness," I reply with a smile to ease his nerves.
"Mariam, bring two prayer rugs here," I call out to a servant.
"Here you are your highness," Mariam says coming in and placing the mats in the correct direction.
I dismiss her and give the adhan (A/N: Call for prayer) leads the prayer. We finish prayer with a dua (A/N: literally meaning invocation is an act of supplication. The term is derived from an Arabic word meaning to 'call out' or to 'summon').
Lady Soraya looks worried and saddened. I wonder what's wrong.
"Lady Soraya, why don't we go to bed?" I say to gain her attention.
"Yes, let's go," she says with a smile.
"This way," I say taking her hand and leading her down a long hall to the garden.
I hope this will help her calm down a bit; the weather is nice out and I think she likes flowers; this will also help me get to know her better. The royal garden here is really pretty, I like it; it's filled with beautiful roses of various kinds. I hope she is okay with me taking her to the garden.
"Your Highness, are you okay?" she asks
"Zayn," I say clarifying the fact that I want her to call me by my name.
"No your highness, I can't, and are you okay?" she says sighing.
"Yes you can and I'm fine," I reply.
"Where are we going, your highness?" she asks as we reach the door of the palace.
I don't reply since I'm going to make her call me by my name instead. I just shake my head.
"Where are we going?"I don't reply so she asks "so you won't tell me?"
I just shake my head.
"Is it because I won't call you by your name?" she asks amused as I nod.
"Z-Zayn? Can you please tell me now where we are going?" she asks as we reach the doors
"That wasn't so hard was it?" I ask with a smirk.
"Now you should call me Ar-Afsa, and you still haven't told me where we're going," she says as we walk out the door.
Afsa, I like it. But what was she going to say, Arya?
"So Afsa huh?" I ask.
"Yes, it's what my brother calls me," she says sadly.
"Oh, I like it and we are going to the royal garden," I say with a smile.
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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...
