Lauren's POVMy day was complicated and full of silence, I went back to supporting Ursel even with my head far away, I had dinner with the historians and we didn't see the princess's presence at any of those times, she had already announced that she would travel, she was planning her things while I I was more focused on my own mess which had put a certain amount of despondency in me.She must hate me for drawing me to her, even if there's nothing in my head about the reasons for your coldness for ignoring that and still keeping me here. After a while too focused on aspiring for it I ended up giving up and giving up on following those boring thoughts that would drive me crazy and focused on my sanity, I may have done a lot of nonsense, but I won't be ashamed of having awakened things for them, I'm not ashamed of what I am and I won't be.The next day, that numb optimism seemed to wake up in me when Ursel told me that Karila had left at dawn to travel to Saudi Arabia, and it was on t
Contrary to how he predicted and feared, he was just a cheap and weak-willed profiteer who pursued Karila just by assuming and NEVER being able to prove anything she did behind the scenes. He said goodbye to him, rejecting the tea he offered her with great class, retrieved his cell phone and leaving the palace with the security guards, she denied the ride he gave her and said that she would meet her colleague right in the center, she didn't want to disturb him.Looking at the cell phone screen carefully, she didn't foresee the grip on her wrist pulling her almost violently forward, forcing her to walk.— What the fuck? – She asked confused looking over her shoulder. He found the hijab-covered face and black eyes.Normani.- Why are you here? Not in Saudi Arabia? – She questioned confused. Normani was too pissed off to respond, just gave her waist another nudge to walk forward.— Get in the car. – Warned menacingly. Lauren then realized what was happening when she saw the two Audi
POV NarratorHer brown eyes were lost in the starry sky that night in Cairo, her terrace doors were ajar just because she wanted to feel the cold breeze blowing her body after bathing. Sitting in a comfortable armchair in front of the big doors, her straight hair falling over her shoulders, completely lost in thought, Karila maintained a stony silence.In her hands she held a photograph of her ex-husband and the ring was on one of her thighs bared by the short baby-doll. She looked over and over at both the details that took her away from reality and felt out of place.— Give me wisdom, Habib*. – He whispered to the photograph in his hand, lost in focus. She asked for her husband's omnipresence cohesion that she no longer felt to be so legitimate in herself, she could even doubt what she said if she thought too hard about what was going on inside her.He didn't like the taste that the absence of reason brought to his lips.That night, she didn't want to leave her room for dinner,
The next morning, putting her glasses on her face, Lauren left her room at the same moment that the door to the next room opened and Normani left, closing the door carefully, Karila was finally asleep. Lauren looked at her and gave her a more serious nod, the resentment from the previous day's argument seeming to linger.— Hey... I want to talk. – Normani asked the historian who silently nodded. The black woman approached her, her posture reluctant and bewildered.“I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't want to invalidate her feelings and I didn't want to be so aggressive, I just am and I was overly concerned about her safety while thinking I was doing silly things. And it was a good punch to the conscience when you broke my face with your positive attitude. – She assumed with a shrug, did she really care how Lauren felt, when she thought she was just making the mistake of taking a chance and her irritation was just an uncontrolled rise."I told you and I made it clear that I knew
Lauren's POVToo offensive...I lay down in the back gardens, filling the bench with my legs, resting my left arm on the seat and holding one of the sheets of translations over my belly, losing my gaze on the bunch of flowers over my head in the sun-covered part where I lay hidden. of any inconvenience idiot.I would never do anything to her that wasn't consent, why was she pushing me like that? How could he be afraid of a poor thing? I'm just a historian...just a fucking...historian.You're not going to be pissed off about this Lauren, make sense, it's her house and she does what she wants... That's it. Snorting, still resigned that it wasn't quite as coherent as my yearning thoughts, I focused where I left off on that sheet. The author had just mentioned her professional aspirations, how intent she was on focusing on art and a trip to America, it was his first time out."I wonder every day when I wake up and I always notice additions. Whether it's one more man in the security t
I propped my chin on my hand looking at her closer and smiling hopelessly at the direction my thoughts went. I need to display it proudly, some men hate her because she isn't able to show interest in them, while she just can't keep quiet anymore in my presence. I no longer need any dose of self-confidence for a good 50 years.— What are you laughing at? – Normani asked making me tighten my lips to contain it.— From you speaking like that, her life is not easy, but you always find a way so that she can live a little, that's great. – I reversed the situation watching her reassure herself. I was even managing to handle it the right way without putting her on the defensive.— I owe it to her... His voice was lost in nostalgia. I shifted in my chair, looking Rudolph straight ahead, bending my head closer to her chair.— I remember when you talked about that apartment when we were about to die and we talked too much about ourselves, you said that you arrived in Egypt and were helped by
The increasing drizzles of that Cairo night made Let it hurried forward, ready to open the restaurant doors and guide Karila first ahead of Hamid. The couple came together in easy strides, his smile for his wife so knowing and soft that all she could see beyond the drizzle was his beautiful smile fading as her face turned forward.His embrace was so tight on her, that for months after that night she could still feel his grip too tight around her, shielding her from any and all threats. Such a good-looking man in a suit, a real suicide, got close enough to fire sequential shots at Hamid and in a mad rush he pushed Karila forward, slapping her with the back of his right hand right in the face, even if he didn't whatever his pretense, his haste was immediate in doing what he had to do, a knife was in his palm, he did not foresee that the sharp blade would tear the princess's handkerchief and cut her lip, but he moved towards it with a violent fissure when he felt it. that Hamid was an a
Lauren wouldn't be dumb enough either to not understand what was going on and how much it seemed to destabilize her now. Karila just didn't understand where it came from... she didn't understand where all the abomination against that woman had gone in the early days, the repudiation seemed completely lost in that dominant insanity that was not coherent to itself. He needed to cultivate anger and hatred for this woman and not wallow in the contrary insanity and lip service she seemed to expose so obliquely.He didn't really understand what his problem was, he hated thinking about the facts so clearly. It wasn't right that woman come and demand that part of herself. Part of that so elucidated by the loss of her husband, it belonged only to him in a way so calm and so true, almost as pure as the soul he always exposed having to be taken over by such a feeling of lack of control did not seem right, her part was being pulled so energetically by another woman.Other woman.When passing t
She stood straight, watching her reflection in the mirror as her sewing assistant finished adjusting the shoulder straps of her black shirt. There was a lot of serenity in her expression, even if her ever so impetuous brown eyes were still there. Karila Aistarabaw held out her arms wide, feeling the gloved woman's delicate hands tugging at the last remnants of fabric so that the shirt completely covered the waistcoat she wore underneath her clothes.The country was waiting outside, the international press, its supporters, even its antagonists, it was a unique moment in the history of Egypt, which made it swallow several times, sustaining the sobriety of its royal creation. She was a woman who built herself under that role, her upbringing was governed by her parents under the circumstance of power, she was prepared.Her body moved as the final adjustment was made, and the black, gold-embroidered Sherwani tucked into her arms and fell into line with her stance. The golden buds were qu
Princess Egypt watched as the little boy crawled out of bed and stared at her as soon as she issued a summons. Her body curved before him, to match their heights, the awed brown glint in her eyes made her hold back a smile, she wanted to be serious.- Ali, we are moving from here, the elections are close and we will have a new phase in our lives, you will stay with other people, these different from me, people who are good, who will take extreme care of you until the votes pass so that can go toour home. - Karila quoted in a low Arabic, but authoritative enough for the child to understand that it was something serious. She was very intelligent, perhaps she had drawn so many attributes from Mahara that they were unlistable.His careful look showed his education, he was raised by Karila's principles, like a little prince who would show above all respect when he was old enough for everyone, especially women. The princess knew he still couldn't absorb much, but he made himself understoo
Years laterMusic on* More Than That - Lauren JaureguiDoctor Lauren Jauregui acquired respect and wove an impeccable reputation in the years assigned as a professor at Yale, even if her personal life still hovered around the new classes each semester, yet when they were in her class, silence and respect prevailed in every second.It was clear that they were still questioning themselves about their involvement with the missing princess of Egypt, they questioned the background of truth in the photographs even after the hoax was exposed, they wove long rounds of conversations trying to imagine why for 3 years she behaved like a lonely woman, without ever appearing with no one by her side, without any expository amorous bids, they never knew what to imagine coming from the Egyptology professor. The woman who talked about Egypt like no one else.Extremely elegant, in an all-black blazer and straight-cut slacks, she tucked her hands casually into the front pockets of her pants, glancin
Months laterLauren Jauregui temporarily moved to Cartagena, Colombia. The first months of her return from Egypt were strange, even for her biological life, her immune system was deregulated like crazy, she couldn't keep up for a week without having some health problem that didn't involve painkillers or more serious medications.That forced him to attend his doctor for a few successive times in the meantime, his mind was still used to the Egyptian routine, sometimes he caught himself talking about Egypt with his mother, in a distracted way, trying to sabotage himself that he wasn't wanting news from Karila all the time.He knew the princess was all right, that was all he knew.He was waiting in the doctor's office, glancing from the watch on his wrist to the young woman at the front desk, talking to her co-worker about the new soap opera that had debuted on Univision. A really tempting drama to pay attention to when you want to fill your mind with any superficiality.- Lauren Jau
It was a delicate matter.- There's one last thing to deal with. - Allyson said when Karila lined up all the sheets and put them back in the folder.- Yes?The CIA director put her hands in her pockets, her gaze downcast.- In the midst of our plans, the Saudi King let a personal team be alert about any attempt on his life for some time, he had left the order that if it happened to him, that they would look for you, and make you pay. They did this on Lauren and Mahara's exit from the Four Seasons, they mistook Mahara for you. - Saying that was difficult, even more so after everything.Karila arched her brow, she was surprised, lethargic, her brown eyes sadly dropped to the floor. She thought of Sarosh's pain, and then of little Ali... Tears kept coming from her impulsive eyes, tearing all her feelings out. Yet another victim of you.- They didn't tell you before because of the traumatic effects, but Mahara is gone... not for you, don't think that way, she was in the wrong place
Lauren seemed to think the same because she couldn't help herself and needed to look at those rings on her hands, was that true? She did, pulling Karila's hand in hers, laughing uncontrollably, stroking her delicate hand with her thumb.- From barely alive to this. -She said gesturing to the rings. Karila grimaced as she remembered the nearly dead one. She knew she had pretty exaggerated declines.- You knew how to act well, wretch, how did you lie that you didn't speak Arabic? Did you understand exactly everything around you? - He asked looking directly into her eyes. Lauren felt her cheeks burn, that was indeed a good lie that deserved justification.- I don't speak so well, it's not a lie at all. -She shrugged pretending to be no big deal.- But it's not entirely true. - Karila objected, narrowing her gaze as she watched Lauren hold the sheet covering her bust.- From the first day of the expedition meeting in Connecticut, Astrid instructed me to hide too much knowledge, menti
Allyson had even helped Karila, it wasn't a lie that she was the only one to see the woman leave her room in a deplorable state, lost look and bent body. The princess told her that she only needed to talk to Lauren and no one else, that she wanted to have her moment to say goodbye to her, that there was no hunger or any need that made her need to be interrupted, it was her last request to the American agent, who nothing could say. in retort or denial.Everyone was aware that Karila was fine, and that she was going to stay, warning Dayna and Astrid was providential for the women to be calm, no one had run away, and neither would they. Karila had accepted the help, everything was fine.Finally would.That specific resort had a peculiarity, all its decoration was a union of modern Egyptian decoration with exquisite antiquity. Lauren watched the environment in dim light, it was difficult to define her immediate feeling, maybe it was a complete embarrassment of many sensations inside he
Lauren didn't know what the scene that followed made her feel, maybe even years later she wouldn't know how to describe such despair when observing every inch of that room. The plush rug was wet and a small glass vial was broken over the liquid.It was all that.There was nothing beyond.Karila was no longer there.- Don't fucking tell me she went to turn herself in? Do not tell me! - Lauren walked around the room, opening the doors quickly, the bathroom was empty, it had a small window, it was impossible for her to have gone out that way.If it did, she walked the halls flawlessly.Astrid was as unresponsive as Lauren, watching Dayna who had the same conflicted feeling, it was totally Karila doing what she had done. She knew well that a woman would never let herself be protected, never... she was proud, too protective to be protected.- She shouldn't be that far away, we can help her find sanity. - Dayna suggested in a hurry. Lauren put both hands to her head, trying to think
The first few seconds were difficult and hellish as she stood outside the door, staring at the polished wood.The princess vehemently denied with her head, taking the back of her palm to her face, trying to wipe more of the tears that insisted on falling from her, she hated herself for still being so fragile. Her body shifted to sit on the bed, looking dazedly around her, in a place she didn't know, far from any sane comfort zone.Maybe if he could make a deal with Al Sisi, leave all of his wealth and possessions to the man in exchange for Lauren's freedom and peace of mind, no more stalking, no conspiracy theories, no more. She for Lauren and nothing else.Would it be enough? Would he comply? He would make all their efforts in vain, but was that what he really wanted? To be alive to prolong your sufferings? Was it worth going into those questions? Her brown eyes filled with tears and overflowed without her own control.Thinking about it made her rummage through her own robes, pul