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Where they interact for the very first time.

Haya

Trying to see the world with an ordinary perspective when life isn't ordinary at all ✨

@Haya : They ask me about what I'm wearing, they ask me who I'm seeing, they ask me what I'm watching, they ask me when I'm marrying. Why don't they ask me what I'm thinking? I'm thinking about war. I'm thinking about what war does to people. I'm thinking about the kids of yemen and Syria and Palestine, I'm thinking about the women murdered in cold blood, I'm thinking about the men who will never return to their homes, I'm thinking about the mothers who will never see their children grow old. I'm thinking about the families they have ripped apart. I'm thinking about all of them, so don't ask me what I'm wearing, ask me what I'm thinking.

@AmirBinAbdullah : @Haya Sometimes, thinking is just not enough to help those people.

@Haya : @AmirBinAbdullah Fancy coming from the one who even refused to comment on the matter :)

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Amir Bin Abdullah.

Crown Prince of Maraaish, Minister of Defense, chairman of the Council of political and security affairs, Deputy Prime Minister of Maraaish and a patriot.

@AmirBinAbdullah : The realm of Maraaish is now open for all the refugees. Let my home, be your home.

@Haya : @AmirBinAbdullah This 👍

@AmirBinAbdullah : @Haya As I said, thinking and speaking are quite easy but doing something is what's difficult and takes time.

@Haya : @AmirBinAbdullah Buredaan has been taking in refugees for a decade now :)

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@Haya : Endings are sad. Beginnings are usually scary. But, it's the middle par that counts. So, when you find yourself standing at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up. And it will, too..Plus, a little bit of attitude makes everything better so try that.

I stared at myself in the large, almost scary mirror while I felt my hair being tugged and tied into places.

The more and more I grew up, the more I resembled my mother. Dark hair, softer eyes and olive skin. Just the way my mother looked right now, except she had wrinkles and I didn't.

I knew the kind of effort that went onto creating a public appearance, so I didn't say anything as the makeup artist did my makeup and the hairstylist fixed my hair.

Thinking about how tough life would be without the help, I realised how vain my thoughts had actually become.

I'm so vain now, that I actually think about problems that I face as royalty.

I almost laughed at the irony of it all but controlled my facial expression and let the women do their job.

"Happy graduation, Princess." She whispered in my ear as she fixed one last strand before I was all ready to leave for the party being thrown in my honour.

I had graduated from London years ago and earning a diploma in International Relations from Buredaan was not exactly what I would call graduation, yet..my father wanted to celebrate my every achievement. He felt proud that way.

I knew what I wanted as a gift and I was going to get it, that much I was well aware of. But other than that, I had no plans.

After completely checking myself out, I got up and walked out of the dressing room, my assistant was by my side as I left my bedroom suite. She had quite literally done nothing for me in the past two years.

To be honest, she was just my mother's spy for me but I brushed it all aside and let her do whatever she willed.

"Is Yaman invited?"

I asked as we rounded the huge gallery landing of my home at the Marwaan Palace, one of the several official Royal residencies in the capital city.

It looked exactly how a Palace should look like, a little gold for tradition and alot of white for the modern eyes.

I liked the Gold better. Golden things always attracted me the most anyway.

The gallery was just as spectacular as the entire Palace. There were portraits and paintings of our ancestors, the late King,

His Majesty Iskander Marwaan, my grandfather, his Queen, my grandmother, my great great grand parents, my uncles and my aunts who were no more with us.

And at the end, a grand picture of my father, the revolutionary King, as they called him. Sixteen years of ruling the country and making it a tolerable enough place for all kinds of people.

One day, my picture will hang here too, I just hope that I do something good enough to be remembered as such.

But for now, I'm just the spoiled one. Aren't I?

I stared at my secretary for an answer, and she simply shook her head. I had personally invited Yaman but I wanted to know if the invitation card had reached him. He wouldn't come if he didn't receive a card.

"No."

I grimaced. "Wonderful. Why?"

"Because of Saturday night." She replied.

"What about it?"

"There were pictures of you and Yaman out together and your mother thought it's better that he's not invited for this event. There are already too many rumours about you two."

She explained as we reach the foyer.

"None of which are true, Yaman is, he's Yaman."

I tried to explain.

Yaman was the son of father's closest advisor. We had practically grown up playing in the gardens of the pamave together.

Yaman was now military man, but to me, he was more like the brother friend who I would always get along with.

Yaman, who used to sneak in some cigarettes for me and Yaman who used to take me to that dirty old cinema to watch that one cringy movie that nobody really cared about.

I reached the end of the stairs outside the Palace, only to spot the car waiting for me and my driver standing right outside the door.

I gave him a smile.

His usual black suit was replaced with a dark maroon one, the suit that deviates him from being just a normal man and not a Royal driver.

He looked handsome, David always looked handsome.

"What's the occasion?"

I greeted him with a playful smile as he opened the door for me. He smiled back.

"I've heard a princess has graduated."

He replied in the same monotone voice that he had perfected over the years. Graduated? Around four years ago, for God's sake.

When we finally reached the garden, that has been especially reserved for this so called special day, I instantly spotted my father at the door waiting for me.

I don't understand how he does it. I don't understand how he fulfills his role as the king and as a father so incredibly well.

He's perfect and so kind.

I threw my arms around him the moment I saw him, not caring about the royal protocol. He hugged me back too, not caring at all.

"Congratulations, daughter. You make me so proud."

I pulled back, beaming at him.

"Thank you, your majesty." I said playfully, he just chuckled.

It's a joke between us, I call him his majesty and he laughs.

Because he knows I'm the only person who doesn't care that he's king, because he's just my father.

And then we were walking together, my security team far behind as I took in the protocol of the king instead.

I knew he was going to ask me what I want as a gift for this special day and I had the perfect idea in mind.

People ask for cars, diamonds, jets. I'm going to ask for something that would trump it all.

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