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Protecting the Desert Princess(5)



                Hussain had been and still was considered the right choice. They had played as children, and her father had told her that marrying Hussain would bring many benefits to the people of Ishla. Yet as Layla had walked down the stairs she had remembered what a mean little boy Hussain had been, and she had collapsed and started to shout and scream.

                The kind palace doctor had smoothed out the offence caused by explaining that anxiety had caused the young princess to have a seizure.

                Layla smiled to the sky. She had not selected her husband that day.

                It had not been a seizure, just her temper exploding as she had looked at her wrist and recalled one time with Hussain.

                ‘How do you make a match burn twice?’ he had asked when Layla was nine.

                ‘Show me?’

                Wide-eyed, Layla had watched as he had lit the match and blown it out and then dug the burning sulphur into her wrist.

                Immediately Layla had slapped him.

                Now she looked down to the small scar on her otherwise unblemished skin and wondered about Hussain’s reaction if his wife were to slap him.

                He had no doubt moved on from matches now!

                Layla headed back inside and opened the drawer in her dresser. Feeling far into the back, she removed the wrapped parcel she had been hiding.

                Opening it, she held in her palm the black ruby named Opium. It had been gifted to her at birth by the King of Bishram and must surely be worth quite a lot.

                Layla hoped that it was.

                She had read that Mikael was expensive, and perhaps he would want to be paid.

                Layla slipped the ruby into her tunic, worrying about something she had read on the internet about Australian Customs. She tried to tell herself that it would all be okay.

                She made her way through the palace to her father’s study, where Abdul, the King’s chief aide, let her in. But Fahid dismissed Abdul so that he could speak to his daughter alone.

                ‘Are you looking forward to your trip?’ Fahid asked her.

                ‘Very much, Father.’

                ‘When you are in the hotel you will have your own room, with Jamila adjoining. Jamila is to take care of you there, but at all other times you are to be with either Trinity or Zahid.’

                ‘I know that.’

                ‘If you are in a restaurant then Trinity is to come with you if you need to go to—’

                ‘Father!’ Layla interrupted. ‘I do know the rules.’

                ‘They are there for your protection,’ the King said. He looked at his daughter, whom he loved so very much. She was so contrary—floaty and vague, and yet arrogant too, just as her mother Annan had been. Layla was fiercely independent, and yet naïve from living her life within the palace grounds.

                ‘Layla, I have not asked to speak with you to deliver meaningless words and a lecture. I really want you to listen to all that I have to say. Things are very different overseas—the people are different too. There is traffic…’ The King winced as he thought of his daughter in a foreign city with fast-moving cars when she had never so much as crossed a road.

                Layla saw his grimace and her heart went out to her father. ‘I know you are worried for me, Father,’ she said. ‘I know that you have loved me from the moment that I was born…’