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their countries. They even discussed the unexplainable increasing tensions between their countries which had been allies for so long. Neither of them understood what was going on or why there was so much unrest. But they both wanted to do what they could to ease the tensions.
As she slipped through the secret door and made her way back to her room, she thought that it was almost as if they were both thinking the same way, wanting the same things for their countries and willing to do whatever they could to make their countries better.
Unfortunately, their time together was not permanent. They’d both known that going into this affair. She’d understood the parameters of their relationship before she’d even left her room last night.
Now she had to face the world – although she would do it with different eyes. Tasir might have only made love to her, but she felt different. The world felt different this morning.
She slipped into the dining room and caught her father just as he was finishing up his breakfast. “We’re leaving, my dear,” he said and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“I suspected as much,” she said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She couldn’t eat breakfast since her stomach was in knots. She didn’t want to leave Tasir, but she knew that he had things he had to do, responsibilities that didn’t include her. “I’m already packed.”
Her father nodded and she thought that he looked angry for some reason. “Is everything okay?” she asked, laying a hand on his arm.
He sighed and patted her hand. “Yes. Things just didn’t go as smoothly this week as I’d hoped. We were supposed to stay for further discussions.” He shook his head and started to say something but stopped himself. “Something is wrong, Jalayla. And the tensions are not getting better.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “Are you talking about the attacks in the south?
He nodded his head, his expression grim. “There is evidence that,” his eyes glanced to the right and left, worried that they might be overheard. “Well, that the violence is escalating and it is coming from either Lurasa or Altair. We’re not exactly sure. We’re still sifting through the information.”
Jalayla shivered. “It wasn’t from Lurasa,” she told him, sure about that after her late night conversations with Tasir.
Her father’s eyes swiveled around to her. “How do you know?”
She shrugged, looking down at her hands because she wasn’t able to look her father in the eyes. “I’ve been talking with Prince Tasir. And I know that he’s just as confounded as you are.”
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Then his father is telling the truth,” he said and his shoulders seemed tense. “Let’s go home, my dear. Maybe there is more information that we can look at that will make this whole problem seem sensible.”
An hour later, she walked out on his arm, her eyes searching the hallways for one more look at Tasir. She wanted to say goodbye to him, but she wasn’t sure if she should. Maybe it was better to just leave, to end the short-lived relationship quickly. Sort of like ripping off a Band-Aid. Better to do it fast, with just a little pain than to make it go on and on.
So she walked out of the Fortress of the Guards behind her father, stepping into the armored limousine and wishing that things could be different. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the marriage she’d been dreading for so long could be with Tasir instead of some unknown stranger?
Such was not her lot in life, she reminded herself as the vehicle pulled away, heading back out of the fortress towards home.
Chapter 5
Jalayla pushed herself up off of the toilet, grabbing a washcloth and trying to cool off her cheeks. This nausea was…terrifying! Every morning she felt horrible but, so far, she refused to contemplate the reason behind her morning need to rush to the
As she slipped through the secret door and made her way back to her room, she thought that it was almost as if they were both thinking the same way, wanting the same things for their countries and willing to do whatever they could to make their countries better.
Unfortunately, their time together was not permanent. They’d both known that going into this affair. She’d understood the parameters of their relationship before she’d even left her room last night.
Now she had to face the world – although she would do it with different eyes. Tasir might have only made love to her, but she felt different. The world felt different this morning.
She slipped into the dining room and caught her father just as he was finishing up his breakfast. “We’re leaving, my dear,” he said and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“I suspected as much,” she said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She couldn’t eat breakfast since her stomach was in knots. She didn’t want to leave Tasir, but she knew that he had things he had to do, responsibilities that didn’t include her. “I’m already packed.”
Her father nodded and she thought that he looked angry for some reason. “Is everything okay?” she asked, laying a hand on his arm.
He sighed and patted her hand. “Yes. Things just didn’t go as smoothly this week as I’d hoped. We were supposed to stay for further discussions.” He shook his head and started to say something but stopped himself. “Something is wrong, Jalayla. And the tensions are not getting better.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “Are you talking about the attacks in the south?
He nodded his head, his expression grim. “There is evidence that,” his eyes glanced to the right and left, worried that they might be overheard. “Well, that the violence is escalating and it is coming from either Lurasa or Altair. We’re not exactly sure. We’re still sifting through the information.”
Jalayla shivered. “It wasn’t from Lurasa,” she told him, sure about that after her late night conversations with Tasir.
Her father’s eyes swiveled around to her. “How do you know?”
She shrugged, looking down at her hands because she wasn’t able to look her father in the eyes. “I’ve been talking with Prince Tasir. And I know that he’s just as confounded as you are.”
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Then his father is telling the truth,” he said and his shoulders seemed tense. “Let’s go home, my dear. Maybe there is more information that we can look at that will make this whole problem seem sensible.”
An hour later, she walked out on his arm, her eyes searching the hallways for one more look at Tasir. She wanted to say goodbye to him, but she wasn’t sure if she should. Maybe it was better to just leave, to end the short-lived relationship quickly. Sort of like ripping off a Band-Aid. Better to do it fast, with just a little pain than to make it go on and on.
So she walked out of the Fortress of the Guards behind her father, stepping into the armored limousine and wishing that things could be different. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the marriage she’d been dreading for so long could be with Tasir instead of some unknown stranger?
Such was not her lot in life, she reminded herself as the vehicle pulled away, heading back out of the fortress towards home.
Chapter 5
Jalayla pushed herself up off of the toilet, grabbing a washcloth and trying to cool off her cheeks. This nausea was…terrifying! Every morning she felt horrible but, so far, she refused to contemplate the reason behind her morning need to rush to the
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