Lauren's POVMaybe it was the heavy boxes of historical fragments I carried around those days, or maybe it was for reasons open to obscure imaginations... Never. I stretched and flexed both upper limbs with energy, trying to make that discomfort disappear, but it seemed in vain to try, it was a fact that everything had no effect.The second week of our stay here went by so quickly that finding ourselves now in the middle of the third week didn't really surprise me, so much work with those researches went into it that I could hardly let myself concentrate to feed properly. Ursel, Rudolph and Gold were in my group of "people too absorbed in fantastic discoveries to pay any attention to their surroundings properly."Karila was more active in research now, and even though she tended to always consult Ursel before asking any questions, we were dealing with each other in more crowded environments after that. event unforgettable in the research tent. It's not every day that a princess ful
POV NarratorOmar is an active prince of Saudi Arabia, his father is the current owner of oil companies and the man has a large inheritance by right and society. He is currently Karila's partner, even if his aspirations were more selfish than they appeared, and as an intelligent man because of his father's incentives, he tried to take advantage of Karila's weakened state about some kind of attack on his home and decided that the conversation could bear good fruit.— I heard about the attack on your mansion, I felt it my duty to check if you needed me. – He stated with more intimate casualness than usual. Karila gave him limited trust, she was a distrustful woman who did not willingly expose herself fully.— Futile attempt, only one security guard was injured, but he is fine and being taken care of. I wasn't scared of what happened. – She asserted confidently. The prince nodded, trying to walk around the subtleties, but it was really difficult, he intended to find her more fragile t
As agreed, when the sun began to set and the excavation work ended, Lauren headed for the shower, concentrating on getting every little thing done without fumbling. It wasn't something difficult, she knew what to do when she moved to her tent with only her underwear under the towel, her hair wet and her eyes on the empty bed until the entrance to the tent moved and Karila entered the room without asking permission and put the completely black suit on the bed.— Look later. - She spoke dryly without throwing a single glance at the historian who watched her leave as quickly as she entered. She doubted herself with attitudes as furtive as that. But he bent down to touch the fabric of the garment, it really did look like something the princess would wear, were it not for the formality, a black button-up shirt that went at the high collar, the blazer lined with a gold brooch being the only front fastening, and straight cut and high waisted. Elegant, something that suits your personal tast
That frankness and loyalty were not amid banalities, Lauren accepted everything and would still accept it because she wanted to. very every part of it. Karila would not hand over the responsibility for a death to her either, the princess took her there so that she not only had alibis with Normani, but also with all the security guards and with the exaggerated controversy that would come right after the confirmation of the death of Omar.Lauren needed that when in years he had never needed anyone to complete his plans.- I'm a terrible person and you feel guilty for being attracted to me... - Karila whispered, frowning and smiling in the midst of her inner triumph. Lauren watched as she forced her face slightly to the side, her need was to look at her more clearly. The historian lost her gaze on his face, covering every inch as she leaned her right hand on the backrest behind her and focused on her red mouth with the scar drawing it in, the princess denied with an awkward wave.— Th
The paved road presented subtle slopes as the intimidating-looking powerful machine increased its speed and the roar of the engine was lost in the endless darkness of the desert that stretched between the giant mountains that shaped the temples that fragmented along the way.Irony was the black Porsche passing at overwhelming speed in front of the temple that was located in Edfu, the temple of Horus, the god of the rising sun who sacrificed the safety of his own life in the name of avenging the death of his father Osiris, a God like the one who did not cease his quest until he killed the murderer of the one he loved most and finally became ruler of Egypt.A good ending, even if it was always clear that any political or power figure, regardless of the time or what he lived, would never leave that position without tarnishing a practical and minimal model of character, Karila Aistarabaw I would not be an exception to this rule, his personal capabilities ranged from very concrete convic
In the first hour that the sun rose over the horizon, Normani was already awake, the news she had from the Al Mahamid security team was not what she expected, the black woman was concentrating on hurriedly dressing when she left her tent and invaded the brother's tent, turning on the lamps and making him sit down quickly.She knew at that point that she had been tricked."Mani, what's up?" Akil asked groggily, watching her move restlessly in her tent, putting her shemagh in the face with an unparalleled haste, security already knew that the historians were waking up to begin the usual routine, while his mind projected to Karila.'They closed down Al Mahamid, they found Omar's body in a guesthouse room 50 minutes ago, they're sending the Cairo police in and that might sound surprising to me alone, wouldn't it? – She asked irritably, watching him move on the bed, the blanket protecting him up to his waist, he was shirtless and looked confused at his sister, feeling that the lie would
— You can give me the luxury of talking to you at different times, I want to exchange words with you alone, Lauren Jauregui. – He warned making her stop the movement. The historian nodded, feigning indifference to the fact, even if she didn't like how that was going to sound.“I'll wait outside. - She warned leaving one last look at Karila who moved uncomfortably in her place. Al Sisi watched her for some time.“They found Omar dead in Al Mahamid, coincidence that he was so close to here. Have you seen him these days? – The president asked with fake casualness. Karla nodded.“Yesterday he came to visit me in the morning, he wanted to make sure I was protected because we were friends, there were attacks on my home in Cairo, unexplained attacks. – She mocked the fact by indirectly pointing out that maybe Al Sisi knew what she was talking about. The man ignored the hint."Perhaps whoever attacked you went after him because he was linked to you, aren't you sickened by so many misfortu
New York - 9am"The Physical Representation of Immortality"The unknown is completely tempting and terrifying at the same time. As an incessant search for novelties, there are such important people who live just like us, in their personal lives and their customs, sometimes this cultural distance makes us blind to understand certain novelties. When would it be possible for someone typically American to question whether there is a living Princess who has no political or social power over her nation in Egypt? A country so typically admired for its historical and cultural loads that trace exactly the beginnings of society. Karila Aistarabaw I, daughter of a powerful Sultan named Alyakhand Aistarabaw II, granddaughter of the last acting king of Egypt, Muslim and widow.With an unappreciated fortune, she is undoubtedly the most powerful woman in the East in terms of finances. The drama arrived in her life story when she was still very young, she lost her parents in an unsolved murder in 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