Writingcamp+THE ROYAL COUPLE

The palace is a masterpiece, adorned with stone walls surrounding the palace consisting of several rooms that are found to be heavily decorated. There is a hall way which leads to an array of rooms. In one of those rooms sat an elegant, impeccably dressed princess. The troubled and distant look on her face didn't hide her beauty. Another gorgeous young lady of about few years younger was showing the princess some toys from a wooden box bringing them out one after the other, reminiscing their childhood memories all in attempt to cheer up her sister. But the princess wasn't paying attention at all. Her mind has travelled far away from where she sat clad in bridal dress adorned with lace and silk flowers. Gold made Ornaments all over, ranging from a necklace round her neck, earrings dangling on each of her ear, bangles of different kinds on her wrist to rings on her fingers. Her hands stylishly designed with henna. A large sized exclusive red veil wrapped over her shoulder. In short, princess Hanoon looked stunning "Sister, I would be right back" Princess Yasmeen uttered patting her sister on the shoulder Hanoon nodded with a plastic smile. She sighed as she watched Yasmeen walked our if the room. It had all begun like a dream. You know, that sort of dream which seems to have originated from nowhere, yet one could feel it's existence. Even now as she sat in her room for the last time before she's taken to her matrimonial home, Hanoon still couldn't believe she has got married to Emperor Hammad, her arch enemy. One who made many of her people suffered, the person who's responsible for the death of her beloved. The mere thought of it brings back the pain she has been enduring since the incident. She closed her eyes, but tears still forced their way past her eyelids. Sultana Sahr who came in few minutes ago was looking at the princess's pathetically anxious face. She blinks and flicks off the cluster of tears clinging to her lower eyebrow as she sat beside her daughter. She pulled princess Hanoon into her arms and muttered words of comfort. "You need not to worry Hanoon. I am sure this happened for the best " She assured soothingly "The Emperor is in the Diwan with your father. You would take your leave when they're done" Sultana added The mere thought of leaving Jordan and her family behind worried her more. She knew a day would come when she would be married off and has to leave her family but she was never bothered knowing Prince Amr would be her groom and he's her choice. Now that she's going to live with Emperor Hammad, Hanoon couldn't help but get anxious of what her life would be when she gets there. She heard he is already married with two wives. "Jaleela!" Sultana called a bit louder cutting Hanoon off her thoughts. The maid appeared in no time "I am here your Majesty" "Make up Hanoon's face again. She look horrible for a bride" "Right away Your Majesty" Princess Hanoon pouted hearing the Queen's jest and looked up. Her beautiful brown eyes swollen and sore "Mother I want to take Jaleela with me" "I thought we've finished talking about this Hanoon. I see no reason why you have to take Jaleela aside the four maids I've assigned to be with you" "I know but being my only close friend since childhood, I would be glad if we go together" "I understand but.." "Please Mother" She pleaded "Anything for the beautiful bride" She hugged her mother tears glistened in her eyes