The Prince's Heart.

CHAPTER 35.

Anan.

When Princess Farah walked, she walked with elegance. When she smiled, she smiled with kindness. When she laughed, beauty shone. When she came in her aura deemed respect but it wasn't the kind that would make you fearful of her, it was the welcoming kind. To say the princess was beautiful was an understatement, Princess Farah was drop dead gorgeous.

She had the lightest brown eyes which were mesmerizing- delicate and bright, full lips and the cliche raven hair, she had round hips, sort of hour glass shape but less- not too much. She was beautiful but not like models or actresses, her beauty was rare and gold. Maybe beautiful was a lazy and lousy word to describe her.

She was clothed in a sparkly long light blue dress which was from the way it looked was custom made. I hear all her clothes were custom made or just really rare, she wore silver heels and her sapphire blue diamond jewelry shone. A turban was wrapped around her head neatly, she was one of the only few who wore the hijab- at times.

Her highnesses Maryam  approached her as they exchanged hugs and greetings and I just stood there staring like some imbecile. I don't know why Ahsab would keep something so huge like that from me, something life changing that would impact on both our lives. Maybe he saw it as normal but the hell it wasn't. Nothing would ever be the same after this.

Latifa drags me involuntarily and we go over to the hut. At this moment, I really don't know how to feel, am I supposed to be content because finally there won't be any chance of me getting into trouble. But all I feel at the moment is disappointment and sadness.

My heart is beating fast and I catch Ahsab in the crowd, he's looking at me. A smile crosses his face and I look away, the nerve of that guy. We reach over to Munira and she's smiling, her and Faisal are whispering to each other. Knowing them they're probably talking about the whole scene. What a couple, it makes me happy knowing that in a week they'll be a married couple. Made for each other.

I follow suite as Latifa and I walk over to their table. "Hey Anan"Munira reaches out her hand. She gives my hand a little squeeze, she knows everything about this is just so surprising and most of all she knows how I feel about Ahsab. Oh! How I wish I didn't feel that.

The annoying thing was that my feelings for Ahsab were growing rapidly since after last night. It was like everytime I saw him, a fire ignited in me and all I wanted to do was run into his arms. Even though we would both burn, a part of me didn't care but a bigger part cared more than I could imagine.

"What's up" I say as I sit next to Latifa. I feel a bit odd here. Everyone was looking exquisite.

She was over talking to Queen Ameera now, The soon to be mother in law was happy. They hit off, were laughing about something the King said. Everyone was happy with match, Latifa was squealing and telling me that she was absolutely escalated that Princess Farah would be part of the family. Munira was cool with it too, it seemed only I wasn't down with it. She seemed really fake to me, she probably was.

From what I know about her, she was the only child of her parents, who I think passed away. And she was the niece of the King of a Aydan, a neighboring country. The whole population of the world was completely in love with her, she was part of the top ten most influential people in the world and was said to be 'Aydan's greatest achievement'. She was the daughter of Aydan. The whole event seemed fishy to me because no one could be loved this much.

Maybe I'm being a bitch and hating on her, judging her but I honestly do not care.

Faisal and Munira stood up to go meet her and I watch as she engulfs Munira in a hug and shakes Faisal. It's clear they're smitten by her. My eyes search for Ahsab and he has a grim look on his face, he's talking to some of his uncles. His sister Watfa comes over and whispers something in his ear and smiles. I melt.