SLAVE OF THE HEART

Naimah's Plan 1

Nina looked up at Queen Charonne. This was an outrage! She was Russian,  why would she rebel against Rrandlovski?

"Did you or did you not aid my daughter's escape?" the Queen asked. Liam replied instead on her behalf.

"Your Highness, may I remind you that my family's loyalties lay within yours? My wife was a slave. Why would she sell herself to another taskmaster?"

"For money," Princess Jemimmah replied, standing up for her daughter. "Perhaps for money. Your family has recently been broke, I understand?"

"I said it, and I will say it again. I DID NOT AID VASHERONNE TO LEAVE."

"THEN WHY IS SHE MISSING?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" her face turned green as she said these words. Liam understood and hastily begged for them to be excused.

"She lies," Jemimmah spoke, making Charonne shake her head.

"You are just saying that because your daughter told you that during the dance my daughter said she'd visit Nina. Plus your daughter has just lost her baby."

"You mean to say that I am compromised because my daughter is injured by that no good Prince? Please!"

"That is exactly what I mean," Charonne spoke quietly.

"Look who's talking! Your daughter is nowhere near Rrandlovski and in the arms of another man, and all you can do is call me biased!"

"My situation is different."

"How different? Please explain so that I can understand. How is your situation different?"

"Never mind Jem, let's call it a day."

Jemimmah sighed. "Fine, I will see you at supper, okay? And you are right,  most of what leaves my daughter's lips are... lies."

"Hey, I am sorry if you fwlt that way. I am also sorry for talking like that. It is just... the Payne women have bad pregnancies. .."

"His mother?"

Charonne nodded. "She used to throw up at the slightest irritation."

"Really,  well i bessech you to tell me more!"

"Oh sure! Let's get some coffee at your study,  okay?"

"Sure!"

*&*&*&*&

We Are back together!  Victor is amazing!~Devonne

Really? that is music to my ears! ~Naimah

Tossing her phone on the bed with a sigh, the young lady made a face in the mirror as she eyed herself.

She looked good.

Her phone buzzed again. She walked back to it to see a message from Rajab.

Hey Nay, how you doing? Hope you got my flowers? ~Rajab

Hi Ray, I am doing great, just got them, thanks for asking.~Naimah

She stared at his picture on her wall with Vasheronne next to him and she threw a knife at her, making it land on the head...

Victor gulped as he watched his cousin in fear. Was she that afraid that she could never have a baby again?

Was she depressed? Victor sighed and walked away.  He had to get Vasheronne. .. or Rajab. His sister's phone was dead, or was it silent? Something was not right.

When Naimah told him about Devonne, and how Norman and her were together,  he hadn't been alarmed. When she said that her friend was cheating on him, that was when he got upset.

However,  now she was stressed about something. He had never seen her like this. Where had she even gotten the knife?

It was silver, meaning either Mulan or Rajab gave it to her. They loved silver. It was kind of a Leicesteg thing.

"Naimah, are you okay?" he found himself unable to stop his feet from moving towards her. She had always been like his sister.

"Of course I am NOT okay!" she ranted. "I lost my baby and the only man I ever loved to her!"

Victor raised his eyebrows as she spoke. For some reason he was unable to shake off the heavy feeling of foreboding even as he tried to trick himself into believing that she was just dealing with pregnancy hormones.

"I am sorry... I am dealing with a lot..."

"It's okay Naimah," he reassured her. "I know till your body was adjusting to a baby and right now everything is crazy but it's gonna be okay. Okay? You are my small sister and I love you just as much as I love Vasheronne."

Her face relaxed, making him hug her. She felt guilty... just a little bit  guilty about everything.

Just a little bit.