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POV Narrator

The princess walked irritably in her room, waiting for Normani to arrive in her chambers to give her sequential orders.

He didn't want the green-eyed brunette there.

Her disgust was serious and true, she couldn't bear to remember a touch that she didn't allow to feel on her body, it repressed her wills and her feeling of good will. It wasn't she who left her home in Egypt and went to America, it was the Americans who came to her country, it was not she herself who had to adapt to their customs, but the opposite.

When the woman, whom she designated her personal assistant, touched the door and entered the room, Karila He threw her a full, heavy look that let her know they already had a lot to talk about. For years Normani held that position, when he left home in South Africa aged 15 and moved to Cairo. Karila found her before getting married, her father's insistence to get married drove her crazy, but she resisted for a long time, Normani listened to her lamentations for a while, she was grateful that princess had taken her off the streets and into a mansion, taking care of her, allowing her to not just be a right hand man, but to have enough armed training to to protect.

Karila she ended up getting married later than usual, much of this due to the early death of her parents, leaving her so alone and sovereign over her choices as the obvious demonstrated. She married at the age of 21, with a crown prince of the Iranian throne, difficult, conflicting countries, but with families full of money that lost the power of the people, just not the economic power, their union was good for both sides, it was clear... I was talking about Karila, the one who inhabited Eastern thought for years, in her youth she was not restricted to showing her face, she was proud of her beauty, and everything changed after getting married, to respect her husband, even that she was a skittish princess, who didn't have inferiority principles and showed with some actions that they should respect each other and be side by side.

That man loved her too much to deny her, he was different. She accepted everything, and died in an attack that brought not only trauma, but hatred to the heart of the dowager princess.

At 31, I was alone again.

And currently, at 36, he looked down on threats with superiority, with Normani by his side in the worst of these moments. A basic historian would pose no danger, the princess already had her plans calculated, it was only the first day and that woman would already run away from there.

— I want to scare this woman, what she did by touching me in public, in that square, in front of so many people without measuring consequences, is not acceptable. She did what disgusting men would do. I want to scare her to the bone so she gets out of here and away. – Karila simply told Normani that she was just listening.

“I haven't seen her yet.

Karila narrowed her eyes.

— That coward slipped into that room when she arrived, I saw her going upstairs, she isolated herself, if you saw her you would understand how much it irritates me. Even you never dare touch me without permission and she did, I want you to prepare my Ghusl in the creek at the back of the garden, isolate, I don't want security or anything, I just want me. – The princess spoke with teary eyes. Normani wanted to say that everything was fine, she was not a Muslim, her tragic family problems made her lose her faith along the way, but she did not trivialize the importance of that for the princess.

I knew her eyes had tears that wouldn't fall because she felt violated.

Suddenly, his first reaction was to feel angry with the foreigner. He wanted to make her pay for it.

But her princess obeyed, helping her to settle in her bed, holding the scarf that uncovered her face, looking at her with a free face, it was lightly stained with makeup on her cheek because she had cried with rage.

— I'll come get it in a few minutes. – Normani promised, without touching the princess, as she wouldn't if she didn't ask for some help, as well as none of the men or women who worked for her or protected her. Karila has never been touched directly since her husband's death, both out of respect and protection.

No man who died in his office ever needed to feel his touch, all from poisoning. When her skin needed to be filled with paint on her back, it was young girls with talent for the arts who put gloves on their hands and leaned on fabric so that nothing touched that woman's skin.

And finally, when she needed to dress or be touched, it was just Normani, wearing gloves and Karila's deep, eternal trust in her, nothing more or less. No one touched her as a sign of respect.

The princess changed her robes into something lighter, with less fabric, and covered her face before Normani arrived to take her to her moment of death. personal purification.

He felt so bad that he decided to do it of his own free will. They walked together to the gardens, where the princess asked that only she stay there. She went down the small steps that led to the other end of the garden and passed through the arches of flowers, seeing the pure lake at her house, she was finally alone.

He freed his face from the fabric and his body. And she crouched down on the side ledge, under some shadow. She took a deep breath, brought her palms together side by side at face level and closed her eyes, it was enough for all the accumulated tears to fall.

— Bismillah.

He repeated it three times as he plunged his right hand, covering it up to the wrist in the water. Soon she repeated the same with her left hand, eyes closed and intentions coming from her heart.

She entered the lake, which touched a little above her belly, cleaning her private parts by repeating everything she did three times, and in stages, she cleaned every part of her body, believing in her desires that she was clean in her energy and soul.

He said his solitary prayer, and stayed there for about an hour and a half.

Upon returning to her room, she rested, making it clear to Normani that that night they would do something that would leave that one woman scared enough to get out of her way.

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