Farah Protection.

CHAPTER 4.

Farah

I had a feeling there was a reason my emotions were all over the place, my period kicked in three days after Haris started working as my personal guard and that well explained a lot. So far, so good it wasn't all that bad, okay who am I kidding it was that bad. Having him breathing on my neck plus my insane hormones was unnerving.

It was Saturday and that meant I had a day free of events, well at least till the evening. My schedule might seem tight but I liked it that way. Unlike most people I loved routines, I loved being busy, I believed that i was validated through that way. Personally, I knew I was boring I had no talent or hobbies I couldn't remember the last time I liked something genuinely. I didn't see anything wrong in it.

I organize my suite, I do my makeup, I comb my hair, I do everything possible while listen to old music for the longest time until it's lunch. I let out sigh before hitting pause on the anime, gathering the little strength I get off my bed and just as I expected as I step out Haris is standing there. I guess I now knew what Husam meant by a personal guard.

Haris was everywhere. Always ready outside my door, he eat with me, attended business meetings even the personal ones and although he was admittedly handsome it did bother me a lot. I was having a hard time being comfortable in my own house.

I take slow steps to the dining as he follows me near. I don't eat as much as I should for lunch only a spoonful of rice. Nadia stares at me with accusing eyes "You should eat some more Princess"

I flash her a polite smile. "Thank you but I'm not hungry"

She nods hesitantly before walking out. Ever since my parents death I had battled with eating disorders up to a point where I had been hospitalized. Husam made sure everyone was alert on my eating habits but I didn't think they would ever understand. Grief is different. Death is different, to live your life after the people you love are gone is hard. It was hard. I couldn't eat, I couldn't live a normal life and knowing I had to stand for Mica didn't help.

Boarding school helped, meeting Nabila helped but now as each day passes the more our friendship passes with. The good thing is I could feel how I was growing as person alone and I was ready for it. Husam, Haris and I had a informal meeting at the garden in a few. Actually, Husam wanted to talk to me about the development of the attacks.

I gulp more orange juice before finally getting up, I had already started walking when I noticed my phone wasn't on my usual right hand. Turning swiftly around I bump into Harris's hard chest. I intake a breath, I don't look at him basically I've been avoiding him. Ever since he caught me snooping on him this is the first time I look up at him. His blue eyes.

"Is it necessarily to be this close?"I mutter. Our bodies are in contact until he steps back.

"Yes"he answers. "To protect you"

I lift away from his gaze reaching out my hand to grab my phone. I turn to the direction of the garden, I had studied Haris and from what I could tell. He never smiled, he never spoke we had never even had a conversation for longer than a minute he was supposedly like a robot.

I smile at the guards lined up we had so much security ever since it irked me. I loved the garden, it had an ancient Iraqi setting and it made me feel at home especially the fact that my mom had ties to to Iraq. It was special to me.

"Good afternoon"I greet. Haris pulls out my chair and I nod before sitting.

"Princess"Husam bows his head as a sign of respect before taking the sit opposite me.

"How are you"he asks.

"Alhamdulilah, you?"

"Good"he replies before starting off. "We've been able to catch the men behind the attempted assassination but so far none of them have given in to the tortures"

I refrain from shivering at the thought of someone being tortured because of me. "What about the reason?"my voice comes out hoarse because I'm nervous, not only that I'm scared.

Husam brings his head closer as if this a secret, as if the mere threat of whatever his about to say terrifies him. "Do you know something you should not"

I chuckle. For a moment, I thought he was about to confide but what he says is ridiculous. "You know well I'm not involved in government matters, I don't know anything"

Husam shakes his head. "You must Farah because they feel like whatever you know or whoever knows this is a threat to their monarchy"

"Their?"I question.

"Your family"

I stare at him in disbelief because it is unbelievable, my uncles, aunts will never have anything to do with this. "Do you realize what you're saying"I say. "Without proof"I add.

He sighs. "I'm sorry"

I don't mean to be rude. "As you should" It's when he looks up that I quickly add an apology.

I needed a walk. I get up making my way around the garden, my hormones get the better off me and I feel tears glisten my eyes. I feel Haris behind me and I turn around. I'm about to explode.

"Could you please leave me alone. I'm going to the bathroom and I don't need you breathing on my neck all the time I am a strong, independent woman"I say steadily. I feel like tearing my hair out, but I had learned from a young age to contain my emotions even when I'm angry I seem calm.

"It's better if we get used to each other Princess because we're going to be around each other for awhile"He replies unmoved by my outburst.

I could only hope that awhile was sooner rather than later.