Hurriedly she looked away.
Whatever was said was in Arabic as they embraced.
‘Who is that?’ Rina asked.
‘That is my PA—Felicia.’
‘Has Anu left?’
‘No,’ Kedah responded. ‘But she wanted to pull back on the travel. Anu manages things in London now.’
‘Well, your father and brother are looking forward to seeing you, Kedah. It has been far too long.’
Kedah doubted they were looking forward to seeing him, but they all tried to keep their troubles from his mother, and so he walked with her towards the main office.
Not once did he turn around.
Felicia felt less valuable than even his luggage, which was already being taken up to his suite. And it should not hurt quite so much, yet it did. To go from being his lover to less than nothing was not something she had prepared for. In all their time together he had never made her feel worthless.
He did now.
The guards opened the doors as Kedah and Rina approached, and inside Kedah kissed his father’s cheek and shook his brother’s hand.
Kumu—Mohammed’s wife—was there, and she gave Kedah a small tap to the heart in greeting.
‘Now we are all together,’ Rina said, beaming, ‘there is some good news that Mohammed and Kumu have been waiting to share.’
She clapped her hands and Kedah stood silent as his younger brother stepped forward.
‘We have been gifted again,’ Mohammed announced. ‘In November we are expecting a child.’
‘That is wonderful news.’ Omar beamed, though at the same time managed to freeze his eldest son with a glare.
Congratulations were offered, and Kedah gave his own. It would be another boy—of course it would. Mohammed did everything to perfection, and had already produced a potential heir and a spare.
All the right things were said, though, and Kedah enquired after his young nephews.
‘I hear you are looking to build another hotel in Dubai?’ his brother said.
‘Another one?’ Omar frowned.
‘It is early days,’ Kedah announced. ‘I haven’t yet shown the plans to Hussain.’
That silenced his father for a moment.
Hussain and Omar had studied together, and on occasion Hussain had told Kedah about the fine plans his father had once had for his country.
Those days were long gone now.
A maid came in and announced that the portrait artist was ready, but Omar was not letting Kedah off that lightly.
‘He can wait,’ the King said. ‘Now that he is finally here, I would like to speak with Kedah alone.’
‘I don’t mind staying,’ Mohammed offered.
‘That shan’t be necessary,’ Kedah said, and waited until he and his father were alone.
Omar cut straight to the chase.
‘The elders are pushing for the royal lineage to move forward,’ Omar said. ‘Ours is a country that is divided, and there is unrest. Some want things to stay as they did under the rule of my father, and Mohammed is one of them—which is why the elders support him.’
‘Your opinion is the one that matters,’ Kedah pointed out.
‘How can I support you when you are barely here?’
‘You know why I stay away,’ Kedah said. ‘The people here need more infrastructure, healthcare, jobs—the list is endless. We have a country that could thrive, a tourism industry that could help people support their families. Instead they are poor while we continue to live in splendour. No, I cannot feast night after night in a palace when children go to bed hungry.’
‘It is not so bad...’ the King started, but then he saw Kedah’s furious glare and hesitated.
It had been a long time since Kedah had lost his temper on this subject and Omar did not want a repeat.
‘Kedah...’ He trod more carefully. ‘There have long been calls for the Accession Council to meet,’ Omar told him. ‘But it is becoming more pressing now.’
‘Then give me the power I seek. Give me permission to make changes to our land and I shall return. You know that I would make a better Crown Prince and ultimately King than Mohammed.’
‘How do I know that when you are never here? Prove your devotion...’
‘I don’t need to prove it—my country has my heart.’
‘Choose your bride, come home and settle down. That would satisfy the elders for now, and perhaps delay the calls for the Accession Council to meet...’
‘I don’t need to appease anyone. I know my people—they want me as Crown Prince. If you vote otherwise at the meeting then I shall take it to the people to cast their vote, as is my right.’
‘Have you any idea of the unrest that would cause?’ His father was breathing rapidly. ‘Kedah, why can’t you just choose a bride and toe the line...?’