Very very late update guys, I know. But life's been happening lately and well, yeah.

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@Haya : there is water in my eyes
and fire in my heart,
do you want a drink
or a spark?

"When will you stop staring at me? It's been a whole five minutes, Prince."

She did not say like it was a bad thing, she said it with a hint of intrigue and a whole lot of smugness.

Her husband like to stare at her quite often and she was partially glad that she always somehow caught him stare at her.

It was not the fact that she needed someone's eyes to tell her that she was beautiful but she had always liked to be the centre of attention everywhere. In fact, she was extremely fond of the limelight which was actually a good thing considering who she was.

Still, nothing could compare to the feeling of her husband looking at her like she was something so precious and so divine.

"So you've noticed." She heard his murmur, clicking a picture of herself and turning her head towards him.

She was half laid on the couch, the angle looking like a million bucks in the picture she was just about to post on her social media.

"How can I not?" Haya replied with a soft chuckle, staring at the picture for another moment.

"I'll stop staring at you when you stop staring at yourself." She heard his response and smirked, sitting in an upright position as she tilted her head and put her hand on her chin, chuckling.

"So like..never?"

Amir shook his head, his dimples poking out as he tried to suppress his smile but failed.

"Haya,"

"Amir," She said back in the same tone, pointing at the space beside her.

"You do stare at yourself quite alot, no?" The Crown Prince asked his wife, seeing her eyebrow raise at his query.

"You've seen me check myself out?" Haya retorted, eyes shimmering with light and love that she always held within her these days.

"Maybe." Amir murmured, walking over to her as he sat on her side and Haya just shrugged her shoulder, not feeling shy or embarrassed that he had in person seen her slight self obsession .

"I like to look at myself, gives me the confidence I need." Haya responded, showing the recent photograph that she had posted to her husband.

Amir read the caption out loud.

"There is water in my eyes and fire in my heart, do you want a drink or a spark.."

"Persian poetry if I'm right?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Yes, it is."

"How do I look?" She asked because he hadn't told her how stunning she looked in the photograph and well, he should have.

"Beautiful," Her husband replied without any hesitancy.

She clicked her tongue and sat on his lap, putting her hand on the nape of his neck

"You better start giving me compliments all the time. If you turn into those men who stop giving attention once they get the girl, I will strangle you." She threatened, gripping his nape with a gentle grip but he could feel her nails on his skin.

She had pretty sharp nails, always polished to perfection.

"My attention is that important hmm?" Amir asked in a hushed whisper, she smiled.

"I fucking married you. What do you think?" She retorted, he sighed putting his hands around her waist and pulling her close as he bent backwards, against the sofa with Haya over him.

"I think Princess Haya needs to do something about her dirty mouth." He suggested, staring at her lips.

Haya pouted.

"I think Prince Amir needs to loosen up." She suggested back, Amir pondered for a moment before a teasing smile made it's way on his face.

"I can think of a few ways."

Haya chuckled.

"For someone who didn't have sex till a week before, you're turning into quite an addict."

She told him, trying to get off but Amir gripped her waist in his hold and didn't let her go.

"Haya,"

Okay so he sounded needy and Haya did love that, she loved that he needed her, that she turned him on and that he found her fulfilling all his fantasies that he wouldn't even admit out loud.

"We can't, I have to get ready for the reception and I took a wonderful shower just now." She replied, Amir still stared at her.

Haya bent down and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Don't make that face." She murmured over his lips, kissing him one more time.

The Crown Prince let out a sigh and allowed her to get off his lap, getting up himself as he fixed his clothes.

He had to show up at the office today. They had spent an entire week together and since the reception had been postponed for a week due to his father's sickness, Amir couldn't put his work on hold any longer.

"Okay." He fixed his tie and wore his blazer.

"Call me if you need me." Amir said to her, coming close to her as he smiled at her fondly.

"You call me if you need me." Haya replied, smiling back.

Amir let out a soft groan.

"I do need you. All of you."

Haya knew that.

"If I give you all of me all the time, I won't be the Haya you married." She reminded, Amir didn't agree with that.

Still, he didn't argue.

He cupped the side of her face instead, his dimples poking out.

"My baby." He whispered, staring at her for a moment with such awe filled eyes that Haya had to gulp and look away for a moment.

"I'm not your baby." She said with a laugh because she always found such endearments so immature.

But now as Amir had called her that, she suddenly found it so romantic and protective.

"But you are." Amir said to her, pulling his hand away as he looked at the time.

"I'll call." He told her, kissing the side of her mouth one last time and stepping back.

"I'll wait."

Haya replied, seeing him off.

@Haya : golden.

"He did what?"

The expression on the Queen's face pretty much showed that Haya had no clue about anything and she had somehow slipped the wrong words out of her mouth.

But how could Haya not know? She was the most updated with everyday events around the world. How did she not know about this?

Her mother let out a sigh, seeing the frown etch on her face in the middle of her wedding reception.

King Abdullah and King Najaf were sat on the opposite side of the hall, talking with a few important members of the parliament and military.

Amir's mother was greeting the guests, her head covered to the point where none of her hair showed at all.

His sisters were in beautiful silver dresses, with their head bands adorned around their heads with fancy embroider piece of clothing.

The entire hall was filled with people that were the closest and most important to them, personally and politically.

It was the event of the decade. Crown Prince Amir bin Abdullah had got married and the celebration had to be worth it, no matter how much Amir didn't want it.

He was still engrossed in a conversation with Yusuf, Haya's elder brother and the Crown Prince of Buredaan when his eyes found the frown on Haya's head.

"Are you for real? So all that drama was just so I would leave and he'd do this?" Haya further said to her mother, anger building up inside of her.

Amir noticed the way her frown deepened.

"I can't believe this. What the fuck mother?" Haya cursed a little loud and the Queen held her daughter's hand, shaking her head.

She knew Haya well enough to know that she wouldn't hesitate in creating a drama right in the middle of this hall and them walk away like she didn't give a crap.

"Haya, language." Her mother mumbled, shaking her head as she thought about the people around.

"Stop it. How can he do this?" Haya asked, her mother clicked her tongue.

"He's the King. He can do whatever he wants to do." She continued speaking when she didn't hear Haya's response, only a frown.

"And it's your wedding reception, stop thinking about anything else."

"That girl does not deserve this."

As she said that, the Queen caught a glance of Amir..who was staring at Haya even though he was in conversation with her brother.

"Haya, people are looking at you. Amir is looking at you. Smile."

Haya rolled her eyes instead.

"How can I smile when all I'm remembering is how broken she was? How heartbroken she must be feeling today."

Her mother understood, she felt bad herself but this was international politics. It wasn't just about one person.

"Haya, some things aren't in our control."

Haya scowled. She hated listening that they had no control. They were Royalty, for God's sake.

"Fuck America. Fuck that fucking country."

She cursed without a care in the world, not so loud but loud enough for Amir to be beside them in the next moment.

"Everything alright?" The Crown Prince asked with a soft smile, hearing no response from Haya but her mother instead.

"Yes, everything's fine Prince."

"Haya is just being fussy but nothing to be too worried about."

She further said, Haya groaned.

"I'm not being fussy, mother." She turned around, not even saying anything else as she started to walk towards the other side of the hall, only to be stopped by Amir who stepped in front of her and smiled, as if they were just a couple in conversation.

"Where are you going?" Amir enquired in a gentle voice.

"I have to see my father." Haya replied, swallowing.

"About what?"

"Amir, he let those rapists go the moment I left the country. They're back in America."

Oh.

"Haya," He trailed off, walking her towards one side and smiling as a few photographers snapped their pictures.

Seeing no reaction from him, she understood that he also knew about this.

"What? You knew?"

"Yes, I knew." He affirmed, Haya frowned even hard.

"There are people around, stop scowling." He said to her, Haya didn't care.

"Hold my hand," Usually, he wasn't big on public Display of affection.

Haya always had to ask him to hold her hand but today, he was the one asking her that.

"Look at me." She looked at him because his hands were so warm and voice so gentle that she couldn't help herself.

"Your father is a good man, I'm sure he tried his very best." He tried to calm her down, Haya sighed as he continued.

"But America is a super power and Buredaan is not. He can not make enemies. He has to think about an entire country, not just one person." He tried to reason with her, Haya shook her head in protest.

"But-" He didn't let her speak, interfering to get his point across.

"But what Haya? But what about that girl? Yes, she's wronged but she has to move on with her life now and you can help her do that." He suggested, squeezing her hand.

"You can make sure she's getting the best things in life and you can pray for her scars to heal."

For Amir, prayers were a solution for everything. Haya didn't really believe too much in that.

"No, Amir. I promised that I'd fight for her, that I would get her justice." Haya remembered the broken face, the scars, the bruises, the hurt of that girl.

"You tried your very best, my love." She still didn't look convinced.

"Haya, it's our wedding reception. Everyone is looking at us."

He reminded her, telling her to have look around herself. They were the stars of this show today and this attitude would only cause bad press.

He could handle the press in his country but neither Buredaan's, nor the international media was in his control.

"Do you want your pouted frowny face to end up on the news?" Amir asked, seeing the pout on her face.

She looked beautiful, infact she looked cute with that face but it wasn't the right place to have that sort of attitude.

"Please don't argue with your father, he's a King. Be respectful. You're representing my name now." The Crown Prince said to her, Haya only looked up at him.

"He didn't even tell me." She mentioned, Amir shrugged.

"He didn't want you to worry." He replied, smiling at her.

His dimples making her smile only a little bit.

"You look so beautiful, don't make this day turn sour for yourself." He murmured, putting his hand on her cheek for a very tiny second before pulling it away.

"I'll atleast taunt him once." Haya mentioned, Amir gave her a look.

"Haya,"

She loved the way he said her name.

"Fine, I won't say anything." She agreed, lifting her spirits up and smiling at him properly this time.

"That's my baby." She heard her husband say.

She chuckled.

"Not your baby." She protested with a warm heart.

"But you are."

And was she? She probably was.

Thoughts?

Do you think Haya is changing even now?