Every girl deserves a guy that can make her smile even when she doesn't want to.

Aza maneuvered both of us through the halls dimly lit by the crackling torches on the walls.

I hope the food is not out yet. I skipped lunch today so I could eat alot tonight.

I was big in terms of food, I could eat more than dishes I could name and according to people, the Amir is quite the generous man, my mind can only imagine the dishes he has planned for today.

Sizzling steaks with fancy red sauce topped with cheese and mashed potato cooked in black pepper with a drop of lemon in it.

Ah, my mouth.

"How long more to go?"

I waited for the response.

My voice was low yet enough for him to hear.  Then why did he not respond?

"Ammi must be wondering where I have gone and the food must be out aswell by now." It was quite obvious that I cared more about the food.

Aza quietly dragged me by my sleeve.

Even though he did not touch me but the close proximity enveloped me in heat, igniting me up.

The more my brain thought about it, the feeling grew and my fingers twitched.

Not being able to bear the my pulsating nerves, throbbing of heart and twinging feelings, I pulled my arm away, the sleeves of my dress slipping from his long fingers.

"Aza, how l-"

"Sayiditi (My lady) I notice that you have very little patience but worry not, my room is right there." Aza stopped and turned to look at me.

He pointed towards the giant gates in the halls, lightened up by blazing torches, "That is the west wing of the palace. The whole floor is mine. Come."

Not another word dared to spill from me as I followed him. Aza walked infront of me, his broad shoulders making his frame look a lot larger than me. His muscles hidden under the loose garment and his tall height oozed dominance.

Can't believe I have beef with this guy.

And the fact that he is taking me to his private chambers, no other man has probably been there, I probably am the first warrior to enter. A jist of pride went through me.

In Palaces, the private chambers are strictly off limits even to the guards. If someone wants to meet the khalifa, they sit in a court room that is made for public meetings.

And I have the honor to enter his room!

But you are probably not the first woman going in there, he probably has women from the harem entering his chambers every now and then.

A sour taste melted in my mouth.

Letting my eyes sweep over the man infront of me, slightly letting my gaze wander I got lost in my thoughts once more.

Aza opened the gate and then a door big enough to fit two horses and stood beside it, holding the door open for me to walk in.

"Are you sure you are not planning to kill me?" I folded my arms over my chest and gave him a suspicious look.

To be honest, I was a little vary of getting into a room with a man in an isolated area.

"A luxury that I would trade all this for." Aza stated as a matter of fact motioning at the palace and pulled me in his room.

"So much for being a gentleman." I spat and pull my sleeve away from him once again, awarding him my magnificent glare.

But oh my god!

The room was flawless. The perfect combination of velvet maroon with a hue of black. The room itself screamed royalty, Aza did not even have to tell me it was his room and I would've known either way.

His twin swords hung on a stand on the corner along with his iconic cloak and clothes he wore to battles.

I sound like a fan girl.

There was a large door that probably led to the bathroom and I can not even begin to imagine what I will find in the stead of bathroom.

Thwack.

My vision blacken as something land on my face.

What th-

"What is thi-" Pulling the thing away from my face, another one land on me.

"Hey!" Things start landing on my face one after another, taking my line of sight away.

"Can you stop!"

One more thing land on me.

"Aza!"

Another.

"Wallahi Aza, I am not joking!"

And another.

"Stop!"

As if his hearing finally comes back, he stop and I pull the things off me, ready to hit him upside down. His smirking face filled with maliciousness comes in view.

"Now go change." Giving him one last glare, I look down in my hands. Multiple pieces of clothing many sizes too big for me rested in my arms.

Raising my chin, I walk in to the so called bathroom which I knew would be far from my normal small house washing area.

I was correct and if I started to praise it right now, I won't have much time on my hands.

Quickly getting out of my clothes, I put my hair up and started putting on the clothes Aza had tossed at me.

A chest padding, his huge garments that I had to pin up before they fell down my waist. Tunic, gloves and finally trousers that I tied into small knots to tighten it.

Grabbing the cloth, I wrapped it around my head and face, hiding my face away.

Finally stepping out, it felt as if I had stepped in to my father's clothing that were wider than door on me but when I looked at myself in the mirror that extended from the ground to the ceiling, it seemed normal.

They concealed my feminine figure and I looked like a man.

Glancing at Aza, he already stood in the corner, giving me a once over. His scrutinizing gaze traveled from my face, ever so slowly, burning every inch of my body that was hidden under layers of fabric.

My heart started to go haywire when Aza pushed himself off the wall and walked closer to me, I stood my ground with my chin high up.

He stopped inches away from me, his form hovering a feet above me and I had to crane my neck up to look at him.

He did not speak . . . I did not either, thinking he should be the first to speak.

We maintained eye contact, for once, I was grateful my face was hidden beneath the piece of cloth, hiding my mouth from here, where I nervously bit my lip.

What was going on his head? Why is he star-

He suddenly lowered and my eyes widened. My back craned as I hunched back, my spine curving bavkward, "What are y-"

"Here, wear these shoes." Lowering my eyes towards the ground where he had just placed a pair of boots, my palm clenched on its own, my eyes darting up back to his face to find him smirking explaining everything.

This man enjoys me getting frustrated!

Taking a step back immediately, maintaining my balance, I picked the boots all the while awarding Aza with a the stink eye.

"Stupid man, stupid place! My food would have gone cold." Mumbling to my self, I tried to cool my heated face as I pushed my feet in the large shoes.

After Finishing tying my laces, I once again glare at Aza who clearly seems to be enjoying my reactions to his actions.

"I'll pluck your eyes out if you keep staring at me, Move!" Raising my chin up once again, I take my first step, as careful as I could yet not careful enough, the boots were heavy and long,  I misstep, loose my footing and fall forward.

No! Just what I feared, and that too infront of Aza!

Ya Allah save me, one more time before I fully embarrass myself infront of the son of khalifa.

Trying to grab on to air, I flail my arms and as if a button is pushed, everything slows down, strong and long arms wrap around - the exact opposite of mine - holding me in place. My heart skips a beat as I come face to face with Aza, his face close to mine and mine to his.

Cool air nips at my face as the covering loosens from my face and takes its own responsibility to lower down from my face.

Tingles cover my body and a shudder races down my spine as his skin burns mine.

My brain was in shackles and my feet were numb and then I realize how tight I was groping on to his muscular shoulders.

Immediately I pull my arms back.

"Aza, let me go."

His face inches closer to me and small squeak - that I am so very much embarrassed about - escapes me as I try push my face further back from his face.

My eyes lower to his own naturally pigmented lips, "As you say, Ya Amar (my moon)."

Before I am even allowed to comprehend his statement, his arms loosen around me and I for the second time in the same month fall on my lady cakes, a humph escaping my lips on its own.

This . .  This . . . This! Ah! I feel like screaming at him!

"Well aren't you a kind man." My sarcastic reply definitely hit a hidden part of him, because the man twisted his neck from the door to look at me, a very . . . Mysterious look that I could not name in his eyes burned into rising flames.

"I never said I was a kind man." his voice was low as he walked somewhere in the back of the room.

Coming back with a small bottle of his itr , Aza handed it over to me. "Put this on."

Wordlessly I took the fragnant bottle and applied it on my wrist to cover the feminine cologne.

Dum dum bomb

- itr is kind of a perfume bottle but specific to Saudia. Somewhat yes.