Seducing her heart. (on hold)

Chapter 3

Chpter 3

I walked down the stair holding my head up high ignoring the tightening of my chest and the nagging in my head. There lingering in every corner was royalty and people who looked like their meant to take part in ceremony rather than me. I suddenly felt inferior and my made up courage was crushed up. My hands started to sweat and my neck twitched as i earned for a massage.  They all stood up as i walked slowly passed them with my father clenched onto my arm steadily. I counted on my breathing and counted my steps till i reached my destination.

My father lifted my arm up while making a eye contact, i pretty much knew every signal. He didn’t have to talk for me to understand him loud and clear. This one said, ‘Dont embarrass me or else’. I returned a cold and detached look that made turn away. Footsteps echoed in the large hall across the Mable floor. Father picked up my hand that was lying in his and placed it into the new found figure that stood closely by me. Meaning i could literally hear this mans breathing, smell his musky mainly aroma and raffles of his gown. Even without me looking at his face, i can tell by his stance that he was very present- almost alpha male. The second he stepped into the room volume dimmed to zero. Lord help me. I gazed at our hands to avoid his appearance that would make me panic and make me do something that i will learn to regret. His strong, large and dark arms contrasted with my slightly lighter and incredibly smaller arm. But what caught my eye was the large darkening letter Z scar on his wrist. I knew this hand like i knew my own.

Yet again i begin to tremble. Tear welled up in my eyes, the hole in my heart reappeared making itself know. I CANT BELIEVE IT! WHY NOW? WHY ME? 

Breathe- thats it. Again. Breathe. I exhaled. I tried to calm the hurt , betrayal, deception, heartbreak, hurt, hurt, pain agonising pain, pain, hurt...

I wanted to throw something at him. To throw him in a pool full of piranhas.I want-want-

“Yes, i will cherish her until my dyeing days” he said looking at the audience gleefully.  I couldn’t take this pretence forward i had to say something. Say anything. Say NOW! Please-

The sheikh cleared his voice making sure that i knew he was waiting. But for what? He hardly knew what i was going through. No-one knows. No-one knows.

My heart sobbed. I am strong i can hold it in.

“Yes I will cherish him till my dying days” i said brokenly tears streaming down my face. I wiped it of without completely running my makeup. I mustarded up a smile, wrapping my arms around his large waist and everyone sighed and ‘awwed’. Once it was finished we were announced Princess and Prince.

 Wife and husband.

Life and Death. I said coldly under my breath.

The musicians entered the room and the royalty scattered socially. I stood in the same place frozen how did my life ever get this bad. The idea of a bride actually crying with sadness instead of happiness. For love instead of fake. For a home instead of a shelter.

I understood what it meant to be a Princess i was to guard Egypt with my life. I loved my country and my people so that part was an advantage for me. The thing was i was not princess martial and did not choose to be in this place. Expect forced to be in this position. I understood how many women would die to be married to the Prince. But for me i always dreamed of a fairy tale wedding with Prince charming. With both of us madly inlove. It may seem to other i have achieved this but that is way of. This man broke me into trillions of pieces. I hated every breath he took.

Several minutes in, everyone has come to congratulate us and the King and Queen came say there words to everyone i decided i had enough.  I pushed away from his hot embrace and walked straight for the door. I lifted my dress up to my knees and searched for a maid. I ran hurriedly to a man at the door. A butler of a sorts.

“Were can i get a ride to my new home?” I rushed out in a few breaths wondering if he understood English.

“Helicopter would be her in a moment, Ameera(Princess).” The old man pointed at the air. I heard footsteps approaching me.

“Where do you think your going?” he spun me around and lifted up my chin so our eyes collide once again. I felt the shivers that I use to feel down my spine. The tingles and electricity that once used to ignite our relationship.

“Always so been so beautiful and innocent” he leaned in and nuzzled my cheeks.

“ ...so soft, sweet and all mine once again” he whispered hotly into my ears. I couldn’t believe this. It was all an act.

“GET THE F*** OFF ME!” I pushed his body so hard that i nearly lost my balance. My rage kicked in. I started to attack his chest. I slapped his face more then six times. But i couldn’t help it anymore. Once my hand hurt from the battering and tears ran wildly from my cheeks, i looked up at his beautiful face, his green eyes soft and his dark skin starting to bruise.

I wanted to say sorry but for all the pain his put me through, it would have drowned in a sea of sorrow.

“Had enough?” he smirked impatiently. “Let’s go before we catch some attention” he dragged me into the helicopter and strapped me in. I was still trembling with anger and hurt. But i was now Prince Seth’s wife thats what i always wanted to be, but not anymore. 

How does she know him? 

Stay tuned to find out.....