Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
She still felt different, and as to why that was...
The princess' beauty was still as breathtakingly perfect like a doll's, with the ebony cascade of her hair and the seductive fringe of her lashes. The elegant delicateness of her cheeks and the blush-pink tint of her lips. Altair had never been the type to spout flowery words, but the princess' looks were so that it actually made a fucking poet out of him.
The point was, the princess was still beautiful as ever, but as for the side of her that made him once think of her as something as lifeless and empty as a doll?
She had always been a proper little thing around the other sheikhs. Seemingly insipid even.
But now...
Altair had a hard time believing this was the same blank-looking girl he had first seen months ago. What changed about her was now all too clear to see. Unlike before, the princess now had a vibrancy to her that was enchanting and all too exquisite. She was so fucking alive, and this...unexpectedly turned out to have an unwanted impact on his body.
Fuck.
The princess was still openly staring at him, and Altair barely kept himself from releasing a string of expletives as he felt his flesh harden under her gaze. Knowing that his cock was just seconds away from poking out and drawing attention to itself, he made quick work of dispensing with the formalities, and in moments he and the princess were seated across each other. More importantly, there was a big fucking library table between them, and safely hidden underneath it was the massive boner he was still currently sporting.
Honor, Altair reminded himself grimly. He had to conduct himself with honor, and there was no fucking honor in pounding the princess' pussy with his cock. If she turned out to be innocent, then he could end up taking her virginity under false pretenses, and if she turned out to be a traitor as well, then it would be like spitting on his father's grave if he were to sleep with the enemy.
So just do what you have to do, Al-Atassi, and—-what the hell?
Altair belatedly noticed the princess staring at his scar...like it was some damn beauty mark.
What the fuck?
While both the passage of time and wonders of technology had reduced Altair's scar into a barely-visible disfigurement, he also knew he would never look the way he once did. The truth of this was what he saw staring back at him in the mirror each day, and it was also in the way he was still subjected to the odd stare now and then.
The princess, however...
A memory nagged at Altair then, and it was of that time again. Sheikh Mahmud, in the midst of presenting his daughter to the royal family, had described his own daughter like she was nothing but cattle he had raised for auction. But throughout it, the princess' face had been a mask of serenity, and he remembered how the girl's expression hadn't changed even when it was Khalil himself speaking to her.
Altair's gaze drifted back to the princess.
Muzthahi! Impossible!
What he was thinking was preposterous to say the least, but what other reason could there be when one considered the way she was now looking at him like he was some damn celebrity heartthrob?
Think of your honor, goddammit!
Honor, Al-Atassi!
The holy imam had been very clear in his advice. Altair must always act with honor towards the princess, and it was what he planned to do. But when he saw the way the princess' chest had suddenly started to rapidly rise and fall—-
Well, fuck.
The princess had finally realized he had caught her staring, and Altair's body turned even more rigid as he saw her cheeks turn a becoming shade of pink.
The foolish girl was infatuated with him.
It was there in her eyes.
And when she finally spoke—-
"Yam jamil, alshaykh." A beautiful day, sheikh. The expression was nothing but a formal greeting in Ramilian, and yet the way the princess uttered the words...
Was she aware of how husky her voice had become? Of how dirty the words turned out just by speaking the way she did?
"You're staring at me, alshaykh."
The words caught him off guard, and Altair's lips tightened. He had thought the princess an open book, someone he would have an easy time handling, but perhaps Yara was right. Sheikh Mahmud's daughter was definitely not one to be underestimated, and as for her earlier words...
"Maehdina, hamira." I'm sorry, princess. "I did not mean to make you uncomfortable." He was about to apologize for it, thinking that the princess was playing coy, but he was once again surprised when the girl shook her head at him.
"I didn't say I was."
Kayf muthiralaiti. How interesting.
She not only spoke in a matter-of-fact voice, but her gaze...it was also completely direct and the very opposite of coy.