Diadem's Birthright

Chapter 3.1

Ramzan's POV

I am Ramzan Al' Makhir, first born son of Muazzam Al' Makhir and Sukhada Aamori Al' Makhir. My father is from a long line of extremely wealthy oil businessmen while my mother is also a descendant of a long line of Afro-Asiatic silk merchants but now she is a famous fashion designer with bases in Paris and London. They are proud, doting parents of three children; Me, my younger sister Alia and my younger brother Amar. Being the eldest, I have always been saddled with a lot of responsibilities and everyone had high expectations of me also.

Since when I could remember, different people have always swarmed around me and my family under the pretext of being allies but their main objective was to benefit from our wealth and status. That's why being a child of two powerful parents, I never had any trustworthy and reliable friends because even if I had one, they were always forced by their parents to coddle up to me so they could enjoy favours from my parents. Because of this, I found people irritating, predictable and boring so I began to distance myself from everyone until I met Evander Jordan at the boarding school we attended in England.

Evan, although always smiling with a carefree attitude became my only trustworthy friend because we could both understand each other's pain and what we were experiencing was quite similar in their own rights that's why we chose different methods of coping with it; Evan chose a carefree attitude and joviality as his shield while I opted for aloofness and a standoffish attitude. Evan once told me that I always have a half smirk on my face which makes it seem like I am always mocking something or someone.

Since everyone who has ever approached me were either after my money or trying to profit from my influence, I never imagined I could encounter someone who would prove to be different from all those stereotypes until I almost ran into a particular fairy goddess while speeding down a less busy road in central Michigan. Although I swerved to avoid causing more impact, she still got knocked down. I quickly parked my bike on the sidewalk then hurried over to where she was sitting on the asphalt hissing in pain. I was expecting the usual pretentious exaggerations I had experienced from the girls I have had the misfortune of being acquainted with whenever they were inflicted by a tiny injury but this girl tries standing up but fell back down while silently holding back the pain. I quickly grabbed her upper arms, pulled her up and checked her over. She was wearing a loose blue knee-high jeans with a flowing yellow top with flowery designs on them. I looked down at her legs and saw that they had both been banged up pretty badly but the left leg was definitely much worse.

"You're hurt." I say before allowing my eyes to roam up her body back to her face. What I saw sent a powerful surge of attraction all over my body.

She had an oval shaped face with beautiful cat eyes tinted with long lashes. Her eye colour was unfortunately not visible due to the offensively large glasses perched on her tiny nose, her lips were full, red and pouty making me imagine how they will feel when captured between mine. Although her clothes were large and loose, they couldn't hide her sexy curves that could be hinted at when the wind blows at it making the clothes cling to her body albeit briefly. Her curls seemed to have loosen from their knot unto her face and the soft strands swayed seductively in the wind as if begging me to thread my fingers in them. She looked so fragile and doll-like that I felt an instant overwhelming urge to grab her, lock her up in a castle and protect her against danger or preferably other men.

I was brought out of my trance when her soft tinkling voice trickled into my ear saying, "don't worry it'll be fine once I clean and disinfect it. I really have somewhere to be right now."

She tried reclaiming her arm from my grasp to leave. I felt an unfamiliar feeling of loss when her her arm left mine and I didn't like it.

"I'll take you to the hospital." I say while immediately taking her hand and then dragging her after me. She tried arguing but eventually the resistance left her making me smile to myself. I was so grateful I didn't take off my helmet because I didn't want to scare her with how I looked at her perversely the other time.

Upon reaching the hospital by taxi, I take her into the ER where she was asked to fill in her information. She collects the form and starts filling it out. I couldn't hold in my curiosity so I looked over at what she was writing

Name of patient: Mirabel Graham

Age: 18 years old

Residential Address: apartment building 48, East Packard street, Michigan

School: University of Michigan

Department/ Faculty: Ancient society and cultures

Guardian: Nil

After filling out the forms she submits it to the on-duty nurse at the counter before she was then ushered into a room for treatment. I went over to the counter to pay the bills for her treatment and taking my leave immediately after because I couldn't control myself when an idea started forming in my head.

I take a taxi back to where I had safely parked my bike. I kick-start the engine then rode away to the H/Q of Levantine Cosmetics.