Besides chocolate, you're my favorite.

My lips slightly parted as my eyes followed his movements. The flesh of his face was uncovered and looked as radiant as the morning sun.

His father next to him looked no different. Aza was a definite carbon copy of his father.

What about his mother? I have not seen any other woman in the room except that black head who looked similar in the slightest.

Was Amira (wife of Amir) not present at this event? It is a highly unlikely thing to happen but what could be the reason?

My train of thoughts stop sashaying in my brain when the Amir Khuzzain starts to speak,

"Assalamualaikum, hope you all are doing well." The Amir smiles and my heart blossomed in my chest. His smile was wide and childishly cute.

The man oozed elegance and power yet the safety that radiated off of him made no one uneasy.

Next to him though, Aza looked as serious as ever.

"Most of you are looking at me first time or after decades ever since the start of my reign. Allow me to introduce my self formally, I am Amir Khuzzain, your khalifa and I welcome you all to my home."

Some woman make a move to stand up in respect but the Amir - or should I say Khalifa - ushers them to keep sitting.

"No need to stand, it is I who should offer you all my respect. I come bare to you, to thank you, all you mothers, sisters, wives and daughters have my utmost respect. You sent your sons, brothers, husbands and fathers to war knowing they may not return. Thank you for being strong for the sake of Islam.

"Today, you were strong and so we all have the peace of our empire. We have the peace to sleep in the warmth of our beds. To acknowledge your dedication is the reason for today's dawat. You are the real warriors and I can not say enough to show my gratitude. My son, my daughter and I stand here infront of you to thank you."

The Amir lightly bows his head, back remaining straight, his hand resting over his heart and his eyes cast down.

I looked to my side at the teared eyed mother of Musa and my heart bounced.

I do not know what I would do if something happened to my brothers aswell. They are my life lines, my partners and what not. Without them, I would not be the Hoor everyone knows.

Land would have to split before I let anythung happen to my fam-

A tinge went up my spine and pressure felt on the side of my face.

Huh-

Straining my neck, I face the eyes that held me captive. His eyebrows were raised and his lips pressed in a thin line. At the sight of his face, my own face managed a scowl and I twisted my face.

"Food will be out in a minute, I shall now go and greet the men. Enjoy the night." Aza nodded towards the door and my eyes narrowed.

Look at him ordering me.

Amir Khuzzain walked down the platform after his last statement and I stood up from my seat, excusing the women on my table, "I need to freshen up."

Back straight, chin up high, my walk towards the door leading to the hallway further to the inner side of the palace surely caught some eyes.

The people gazing at me did not know the insults I currently threw at Aza in my head. The brilliant insults that would fixate a black spot on his moon like face.

Ah, the despair and anguish that enevelops me when I am held captive in this creation of Allah.

In the giant space where all women were seated, there were two doors at the two ends of the same wall that led towards the inner side of the palace and two doors right opposite that would lead to the outside of the palace.

Aza and Amir Khuzzain made their way out using the first door while I used the second door that was at the other end of the long wall.

Coincidentally, the door I exited from was in the direction Amir Khuzzain and Aza walked in. I moved out of their way, almost pressing my back against the wall as I stood still at their side.

My eyes were trained at my toes that were visible in the shoes I wore and involuntarily, I bit my lip.

The pressure was real and I could only administr it in close proximity with the amir.

"Assalamualaikum." I greeted as the walked past but stopped when my greeting went past their ears.

"Walaikumasalam aziziti. What are you doing in the hall? Do you need anything?" I raised my eyes towards the Amir and offer him a gentle smile.

My eyes threatened to widen as they got a good look up close of the Amir. He did not look like a friendly man he did moments ago in the hall. Instead, his face held some kind of hardness I could not put a finger on. His brows are knitted close together and his eyes had a dead look to them.

"All is well, jazakallah. I was just looking for the rest rooms, tha-"

"Baba, wait for me here, I have to grab someone. Remember I told you about him, wait for me." Aza quickly mumbles and walks away, his footsteps leading him away from us and my ears keep track of the moment when his footsteps completely disappear from hearing range.

"The rest rooms are in that direction."

"Thankyou." Grabbing my long dress and slightly pulling it up and away from my thighs, I walk as quickly as my legs take me and away from the Amir.

Hair raised on my body and I fought the urge to squirm internally. That man radiated a weird energy. Depressing.

I walked straight, not daring to look back. The low lit hallway was long and not a single soul walked in it except me. If there was one thing that scared me, it has to be gho-

A scream almost break out from my lips when someone grabbed the sleeve of my dress and pulled me in a dark corner.

A hand planted on my mouth, muffling anything that came out of it.

"Quiet!"

My eyes were squeezed shut and my hands were clenched in tight fists.

Calm down Hoor! Ghosts can not speak!

Relaxing my eyes, I open them to stare into two familiar eyes that stared back at me.

"Do not scream." He warned and slowly took his hand away.

"Were you never taught to never pull a lady in a corner unannounced in an isolated hallway!" The sentence came out hoarse and my heart did not dare to slow down either.

Aza seemed to ignore my remark about his uneducated tendencies and answered me with his own question,

"What are you doing here in these . . . This attire!"

This attire? What does he mea- oh.

"You did not expect me to dress as a man -"

"It seems like I overestimated your ability to understand my intentions in the invite." The little light that shone in the hallway cascaded on the side of his face, making me him look scary yet good looking at the same time.

Ah, I am a lafy after all though i suppress the urges most of the time.

"Oh no, I got you perfectly. I just did not want to work according to your orders." And this was true. I knew he wanted me to dress as a man after a little bit of thinking.

Obviously the warriors in the men section knew me as the Amir, not Aza. If Aza were to walk in as the Amir right now -

Aza took a step closer to me, our chests almost touching and my breath hitched,

"I believe you are smart enough to know what will happen if I walk through those doors as the son of Amir right now." Aza lowered his face to mine, "Let me give you a hint, your secrets are way more destructive than mine."

He was not wrong. Back in the forest, when we exposed each other to one another, he had not forgotten to blackmail me back then. I guess it was his plan after all. Allowing me to figure him out.

When I did not respond, Aza pulled away, stepping into the light more, "Pretending to be the Amir, quite a big sin, enough to be punished. I won't be the one punishing though,  you won't be even the one getting punished either for that matter. It will be the society versus your family. You do understand that people will think of me as a hero for sniping out the spy. Yes, there will be a little outburst from the warriors but nothing else but you on the other hand."

This was his answer to that question I asked him in the forest, the question he cut.

How are you so sure you won't face backlash-

"It seems like you have a degree in blackmailing." I spit out and Aza grins. The evil smile making him look younger than he already was and I thin my lips. "What do you want me to do?"

Aza clicked his tongue.

"Change out of this attire and take off this .  . ." He pointed towards my eyes, "Kohl." Aza diverted his eyes to the side as he mentioned the word.

"Well if you haven't noticed, I have only female clothes at the moment." My eyes narrowed.

What's wrong with my eyes lined with Kohl? I thought they looked good and sometimes men put it on too!

Aza rolled his eyes and grabbed me by me sleeve once again - not daring to let our bodies touch and guided me through the hall.

"We don't have time, hurry."

My pace was no match for Aza's, his long legs carried him so effortlessly while mine struggled to meet his strides.

Is it poorly written? Guess I will have to edit it later.