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bathroom. 
    When she felt somewhat human again, she grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her teeth, hoping that the minty taste might calm her stomach. 
    She’d been away from Tasir for six weeks now.  Six long weeks of loneliness and avoiding his calls.  Why answer them?  There was nothing either of them could do! 
    Well, that’s the way she’d thought about it for the previous five weeks.  For the past five or six days, she’d started to consider other options. 
    A knock on the door startled her and she had to grab the edge of the countertop to try and keep her stomach settled.  “Yes?” she called out, knowing it was her maid coming to check on her.  She’d been doing that a lot lately. 
    “I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness,” her maid called through the door, “But your father has requested your presence in his office.”
    Jalayla closed her eyes for a moment.  “When?” she asked when she could form the words. 
    “He asked for you to come to him immediately.”
    Jalayla almost groaned out loud.  Her father had been looking at her strangely lately.  She knew what was going to happen and she didn’t want to face that future!  She just knew that he’d arranged her marriage.  Maybe it was to that weak boy in Dubai, the one that used to sneeze a lot.  Or perhaps her father wanted her marry her off to that irritating prince that lived in New York now.  She couldn’t even remember what country he was supposed to be from.  Did it really matter? 
    She wanted to see Tasir!  She wanted to feel his arms around her, to argue with him and defy him and laugh with him!  She didn’t want any of those annoying, weak and insipid boys that didn’t know what being a man was all about.  Tasir did!  Tasir was the man she wanted. 
    Goodness, how her story had changed now that she’d been away from him for so long.  She missed him terribly.  Well, to be honest, she’d missed him horribly from the first moment they’d parted, but she’d cried herself to sleep at night, telling herself that it was for the best. 
    Now she wasn’t so sure. 
    “My lady?” her maid called out again.
    Jalayla realized she’d been sitting silently in the bathroom, contemplating how much she missed the man. 
    “I’ll be right there,” she called back. 
    Straightening once more, she smoothed her hair and her dress, took a deep breath, then stepped out of the bathroom.  She smiled politely at her maid as she walked out of her room and made her way towards her father’s office. 
    Maybe her father only wanted to see her because she’d been avoiding him more and more lately.  If she didn’t speak to him, she didn’t have to hear about the man she’d have to spend the rest of her life with.
    The guard outside her father’s office opened the heavy wooden door immediately.  Jalayla stepped inside, her knees shaking a bit as she approached his desk. 
    “You wanted to see me?” she asked, noticing how angry he looked all of a sudden. 
    Her father’s bushy eyebrows were pressed low over his eyes and his lips were compressed as he watched her come closer.  “What have you done?” he demanded.
    Jalayla bowed her head.  “I’m…”
    He didn’t want to hear her explanations because nothing could explain away her behavior.  “You’ve ruined everything!  Do you have any idea how your actions are going to affect this country?  The people here love you!  They will fight for your honor!  And you’ve…”
    How could her father know about her affair with Tasir and her pregnancy?  Goodness, he was furious with her! 
    “That’s enough!” a deep voice said from behind her.
    Jalayla swung around, her hungry eyes searching for Tasir.  Was he really here?  When she spotted him, she didn’t stop to think about anything.  Her feet were moving before her brain cautioned her against the action.  Within moments, her legs had carried her over to him and she flung herself into his arms.  It