Desert Angel

Chapter 9

"Al, there will be another visit in the hall from Sultan Jabbar tonight, you'll be there tagging along with me, okay?" Hassan said to his one and only heir as he plopped down on his chair, was about to reach out for his shisha but then remembered his health wasn't really good lately and shisha was definitely not in the medicine list, so he left it alone.

Al chuckled to see his father still couldn't let go of his habit smoking shisha when he's tired and needed some refreshments. As an exchange of shisha, Al offered him the Turkish Delight jelly cubes to chew on.

"Didn't he visit us just a month ago?" Al asked, plopping himself across the coffee table inside his father's chamber. Sultan Jabbar once offered his niece for Al to marry, but he needed to refuse the generous offer because he just didn't fancy the idea of marrying a woman who only knows to throw a big party but went mute-dumb when Al tried to talk about politics to her.

Unlike his newest angel.

Bunny could almost always keeping up with the topics he brought, probably from what she had back in her previous palaces. She had been living in various kinds of palace and executed so many escape attempts, so at least she would be able to learn their habits and of course must had overheard things she actually shouldn't while she was sneaking behind the palace walls to find an escape. Not to mention the amount of books she had read during six months being inside Al's chamber just to read books and accompany the spoiled prince. Even though she was just a slave, Al had to admit she was the brightest woman he ever met.

"Hey, Shahzade Sulaiman!" Hassan couldn't hide his wide grin when his son didn't respond to his repeated call on his name, and he was caught smiling to himself, grinning like an idiot, drowning in his own thoughts. "What are you thinking, son?"

Al gave his father a sheepish grin, and in that instance, Hassan knew what--or who--was in his son's mind. "You just woke up by her side and already missed her again? Come on, son, you're really head over heels for this slave. What is so special about her?"

The young prince only smiled before he started talking nonstop, telling his father how awesome his angel was, and maybe she was the one he had been searching for. "I love her, dad."

King Hassan only raised his brows, kind of amazed those words will actually ever came out from his picky son, who always refused when there were girls waiting in line to be with him, willing to do anything to be his wife and yet the young prince always refused to accept any. Even the prettiest among them was not enough to make Shahzade Sulaiman cast a glance over her.

After a short time the two wasn't speaking any word, only stared at each other and Al was definitely looked like he was asking silent permission from his dad to make the girl belong to him for eternity, while the Sultan's face remained unreadable but there was a faint smile drawn on his lips as he was amused to see his son acted like a kid being eager for something he really wants.

"Go back to your room, and prepare what you need to prepare tonight," finally the king said to his son, and as if the prince understood right away, he immediately jumped off his chair and went back to his room with light steps and wide grin on his face.

He entered his chamber after a couple minutes talking with his door guards. The moment he saw his girl busy reading on her own another difficult book, and she had spent the last ten minutes on a page she could hardly understand. The girl turned when she heard the door clicked, and her face turned bright on the sight of the prince.

"Prince!" she exclaimed happily, and without wasting any second, she asked him for help. "Help me with this page, will you?"

Al gave her a defeated smile, and flopped next to her, snaking his arm around her slender waist before pulling her close to him. "You should have greet me first before asking me for help, Babybun," he kissed her neck gently. "Which one?"