Where they finally decide to meet.

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@Haya : In a world filled with hatred, what choice do I have other than being kind?

@Haya : You're never too golden to work, never too shiny to not shine. Work and work more ✨

Her office was painted grey, much to her displeasure. There were no windows in her office, much to her displeasure. The air-conditioning was more chilly than what she was accustomed to, much to her displeasure. Her table was white and simple, much to her displeasure. The wall opposite to her table contained a huge screen, a clock hung above the screen and another wall contained images of the King and Crown Prince of the country. Her office wasn't as golden as she wanted it to be but even in this state of displeasure, she was really happy to be working.

She was just an employee, not exactly but she didn't hold all the power in the ministry. Still, the people around her walked on eggshells, they looked at her like she was made of gold, like she was invincible and one wrong word from her could ruin their lives.

Her friendly smiles and her clever eyes didn't do much to relieve them. She did not care either.

She was busy learning directly from the Human Rights Minister. He was a man who actually had the slightest but care about people of his country, something that Haya truly appreciated. He thought of them as his people, not as peasants.

He showed her the current graph, her eyes scanning how their intake of refugees had lowered within the past two years.

"Why do we not take more refugees anymore?" She asked the man, who listened to her attentively.

"We already take quite alot. The more we take, the more problems it can create for the common folk."

As far as her research went on, she had read several articles..each one contradicting the precious one. Some articles stated that the economic impact of migrants and refugees was not exactly very good but on the other hand, some articles suggested the opposite.

Some researches mentioned that taking refugees did not impact the country economically in a negative manner. Infact, it benefited them.

"Oh. So the common people face problems?" She questioned him, he nodded.

"Yes. Their businesses get affected."

Haya raised her eyes, seeing the several reports that were displayed on the screen in front of her.

She didn't have time to even skim through them when the screen moved, showing another list.

It was a pending list, with several names being on the requested list, instead of the complete ones.

"Okay. Why is this pending? The prisoners list?"

"We requested Turkey and UAE to release our prisoners stuck in their jails, the ones with smaller crimes. And they did. We requested Maraaish too but that is still pending."

Upon hearing the name of Maraaish, her mind automatically went to Prince Amir. Amir. She had not talked to him in the past two days, since he was too busy and Haya didn't want to come off as desperate.

Last night, she had waited till four just so she wouldn't miss his text. He hadn't texted.

He was a crown Prince, he had a job to do but Haya couldn't help but feel like something was missing.

"So Maraaish rejected our request?" She interrogated further. She couldn't wait to taunt Amir over it, maybe give him a lecture about how insensitive his country truly was.

"No. But they didn't accept it either."

So pending it was. Haya knew what she had to do, right now, her work was to learn as much as she could and write letters to different organisations, ministers, foreign dignitaries.

"I understand. Let us write to them again." She stated, ready to pen down a perfect letter.

She wanted to send a handwritten letter to Maraaish, feeling like that would have much more impact. She already had an idea in her head.

"We wrote the last two times as well. The king is visiting Maraaish next week." The man standing in front of her stated.

How would her father look if he talked about some prisoners in front of the King? They had better discussions to do.

"He is." She murmured, letting him continue.

"He is taking a delegation with him. I think it would be perfect if you went as a part of his delegation."

First, her mother had suggested to her that she should go to Maraaish with her father and now, it was Ahmed.

"If you go and talk to their minister about this, it would not only impact the public that you are serious about your job but you are a royal. Your words will be taken very seriously by the Royal House there." Hs elaborated, Haya didn't think there was a better way to do this.

Besides, she would finally get to meet Amir. It was the perfect idea.

"You're right. I'll talk to my father right away." She agreed, going back to looking at the screen.

"Now what are these.."

@AmirBinAbdullah : a simple morning in my beautiful capital city.

Haya.
Very intense.

Amir.
The morning?

Haya.
No. Your face.

Amir.
It's just the sunlight.

Haya.
Wish the sunlight had the same intense impact on me too.

Amir.
Beautiful.

Haya.
I know :)

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Haya wasn't one to care about formalities when it came to her father but knowing that she was in his office and there were people around, she knocked on the door twice, entering the room.

She entered her father's office, eyes staring at the large room that contained so many memories, that Haya could lose count.

Her entire childhood was spent in this very room. Every single day, she would accompany her father to his office, sit on his lap as he worked and calmly listen to everything that went on behind closed doors.

This was actually what drove Haya towards politics and people. She had grown up learning about it.

Haya smiled as her father's face lit up with joy, as he took his daughter in. He stated at her from head to toe, disapproving of her outfit instantly. She wanted to chuckle.

"Salam alaikum, father. Are you busy?" She questioned, snapping his attention out of his disapproving stare.

"I'm never busy for you, my daughter. Come here."

The man sitting with her father instantly stood up, walking out of the door.

"Are you liking your job?"

It wasn't asked by the King, but by her father. He wanted to know if she was conformable there. She nodded.

"Yes. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." She started.

"Tell me."

"I want to go to Maraaish with you. The ministry has wrote to them twice, to free some of our citizens stuck there but they have neither accepted nor rejected." She continued.

This was child's play. She would ask her father to take her to hell and he would instantly agree.

Her father was the kind of person who let his children make their own choices. He wanted them to screw up, to ruin things and learn from it all.

"I would like to talk to them directly." Haya continued, showing her father all the reports that she had.

The King didn't bother to look at them, he nodded opening and closing the file in just a moment.

"We leave for Maraaish this Monday."

He announced, giving her permission to travel with him.

Amir.

She would finally see Prince Amir.

Haya nodded, ready to leave. She stood up from her seat, her father gestured her to sit back down.

"Unlike Buredaan, Maraaish is a Conservative country. Wear clothes that represent our country as a thoughtful one." He sugar-coated his words.

Haya let out a small laugh at her father's way with words.

"You could have just asked me to dress modestly, since you don't like my clothes anyway." She responded, this time..it was her father's turn to laugh.

"Dress modestly, Haya." He ordered.

Haya agreed.

"Yes, your majesty."

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Amir.
We received a notification today. Apparently a certain Princess is coming to our country.

Haya.
Apparently so. Did a certain Prince not offer to show her around the city?

Amir.
A certain Prince has a bad memory, remember?

Haya.
Oh yes. I most certainly do.

Amir.
So what is the purpose of her arrival then? Is she really that eager to explore Maraaish with a certain Prince?

Haya.
You shouldn't flatter himself. A princess has minister duties too.

Amir.
Ah, so that is the purpose of your visit. Can I help?

Haya.
You have a human rights minister. I'll have a meeting with him directly.

Amir.
Will I be able to show you around after that?

Amir.
And if I remember correctly, you wanted a travel guide. I didn't promise to show you around.

Haya.
Correct. Not so bad of a memory after all.

Haya.
Does your offer still stand though? I would love nothing more than to walk around your capital city and see what you're so proud of.

Amir.
It would be an honor for me. let's explore Maraaish together. Once you're here.

Haya.
I can't wait.

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