Quest for the Empress

Chapter Three

Ameer's POV

alhamdulillah it's past isha'i already I can finally get to see Abba as we all (I mean the children) call mai martaba. I was dressed in a white jellabiya and the kube cap with a casual palm shoe, spraying some oud and adjusting my cap I majestically walked to his highness's chamber (not the palace) walking past the servants who great me at every opportunity they get, the most annoying ones are the ones doing the kirari,  Oh Allah why I'm I born a prince? Just passed by Jakadiya who almost prostrate to greet me "Allah ya taimaki yarima mai jiran gado, badan an gaji da sarki ba sai don haka al'ada ta tanadar... Takawarka Lafiya sarkin gobe, dan sarki, jikan sarki kuma uba ga sarki da yardan Allah" "haba mama Jakadiya, you are something else now.. Please stand up, don't forget you are almost my mother's age fah." That woman has been behaving that way since I was a kid..  Ohh finally I'm in Abba's room "Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh" I said entering the room "Ahh wa alaikumussalam wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh, magaji (as mai martaba call me) you are the one, please come in and sit here" he said patting the space next to him on his bed, from the look on his face I know he's very delighted to see me. Of course he has to, it's been years. "How was the journey my child?" "it's fine your highness, Alhamdulillah" I said looking at anywhere but his face "What's with the formality between us? Last time I check I'm still your father. So feel free to call me Abba, even if I'm in the palace" that's one of the reasons I love my father, he is nice and caring... We chatted for a while before I told him of my intention to travel to dan Marna though not as a prince, I don't want anyone to even know I'm there "but why is that my son?" Abba asked surprise written on his face "Abba I'm going in search of a wife" I said scratching the back of my head "but you can do that without stressing yourself, will invite all the princesses of the empire, and you can choose" "Actually Abba, I want some one that will marry me for being Abdulrahman not yarima. And even if she is not a noble I will marry her Abba" "Toh magaji, you have my blessings, may Allah be with you".....

Hey Pumpkins how you all? This whole chapter is dedicated to humylash (her arrogance, his humbleness) and Phateema Taheer (My wedding my tragedy).

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