POV NarratorIn the most luxurious part of Marrakesh, where mansions with Moroccan decorations were listed side by side in an eye-popping splendor, the princess of Morocco had an exorbitantly ostentatious property that she commanded alongside her husband, the King of the country who had made her an official title of public recognition.Silence prevailed in the room where the black woman was staying, her eyes lost in the almost dark environment, settled in the wide and comfortable bed, she moved uncomfortably when she heard a knock on the door and the princess came in holding a golden tray, with drink and food for her. feed yourself. She wore the gold abaya tight around her body, always as elegant as a princess.— I took advantage of my husband leaving for his appointments and I was able to come visit him this morning, we can talk if you want. – Dayna suggested to Normani who looked at her with complete apathy and didn't answer. Her posture was strange since the day she woke up agai
POV NarratorEven if she didn't allow quoting out loud, Karila felt the anguish of not having Normani around every day, and motivated by that lack, she grabbed the only opportunity that her body and mentality found to get rid of thinking about that bad feeling every day. days, Lauren had become more than a small excuse to pull her out of the crazed orbit that was her life since the moment she became mature enough, years ago, to understand that she was not a normal young woman who could live her life naturally. .His insecurity from days ago when he was in that midst of denials to not surrender to a possibility had become clouded, it felt good to have someone's presence, and even if he didn't like to think and assume the fact, it felt good with the presence of the historian citing banalities and being inappropriate at all times when she saw a gap to be. He liked the fact that she understood when to stop and walk away, and the way he didn't push her to say anything her ego needed to h
Gentle grace was in the unattainable, in how nothing seemed out of place, sustaining the divine graces of monarchies, and the historical weights that came like the costly fabrics of their garments. In every part of the world there were still living representatives of the power of a nobility and with them the radiant gold carrying unlistable historical debts and impractical responsibilities because democracy needed to be maintained.Leaving her room at almost eleven in the morning, Karila moved to her meeting room, she wished to have her breakfast there, even if it was necessary to cultivate her presence with the historians on the floor below, she still had other needs at that moment that they demanded a greater sobriety of themselves than just playing around while everything was happening outside the walls of their mansion.A few months ago and these were already about to complete 4 months in which the historians were there, their personal routine had completely changed, their break
Karila was escorted by helicopter to her office building in Heliopolis. This building that many subsidized companies in the city had their offices, while Karila kept a meeting room and a penthouse apartment in case she needed a place to go in precaution, it was a fact that she kept some land across the country, not limited to just the Cairo, like Alexandria, Aswan and Hurghada.Properties that remained in the name of Hamid, with his death were transferred to the princess of Egypt, and out of loyalty some remained in the name of Normani, the man also admired the security, he always considered her a confidant and acted like a sister to Karila. These properties, however, were not limited to just Africa, he had a residence in Iran, two houses in the United States, and an apartment in London.Financial issues had never been an issue, not at that point.She wouldn't stay there all night, at some point she would meet with Lauren to resolve her personal matters, but they needed to manage t
The sound of heels clicking against the floor made her turn her face and watch the princess walk slowly down the hall, putting the royal gloves on her hands and her concentrated expression made her unintentionally sexy.“We're going to take the elevators down and walk for a while. - Karila warned finishing putting on the gloves. Lauren got up from the table and felt the princess's gaze watching her walk as she approached the elevator in slow steps."Where do you think you're going?" Karila asked her suddenly.'I'm walking to the elevator…' Lauren pointed confusedly at the elevator's private doors. The princess pressed her lips together and finished what she was doing, walking towards her. There wasn't a difference in her heights that Karila didn't break by tilting her head slightly to the side, watching her closely.— No, you are not.From the scarred mouth to the long lashes and the black eyeliner with the golden shimmer she loved to adopt as the modern day Cleopatra. Lauren fel
And immediately his admiration lost on the eagle on top of the Mosque, the sound of Call to prayer began to sound from all corners of the neighborhood, indicating the exact time for the beginning of the last prayer of the day. His body moved anxiously as he received Karila's eyes on him with the voice so profoundly affected, the men before eating, left their tables, left all which they did backwards and moved together towards the fearsome surroundings for Lauren.- Let's go. - The princess spoke in a low voice. Leading her body to walk towards the Mosque at the end of the street, her slow steps waiting for Lauren who looked too stunned beside her to say anything. It was so beautiful to hear that, it demonstrated such appalling discipline that it brought shivers to the back of her neck.Karila watched as they approached the entrance to the venue, her eyes on the ground, she didn't lift them."You need to take off your shoes." We will enter the reserved room, you will have to remove
She looked very young when she looked startled at Lauren approaching, thinking that she was a police officer with such a sophisticated outfit all black, it left a different impression.— I don't speak Arabic, English? – Lauren questioned doubtfully in a scratchy Arabic that made the woman nod, still very scared. She was about to run far away, afraid she would be arrested in seconds, looking at a woman with covered face holding a box, wearing expensive clothes with suspicious attitude.— I'm waiting for my sister. – It was a well-crafted lie that made Lauren smile sadly.— I'm not a policeman or anything, I won't report it, I want your services. – He warned low, looking over his shoulder at some people leaving the Mosque in the distance. The young woman made a face looking at her more deeply, she was a woman, she never dealt with a woman...— Is there a man? Only woman? – She asked swallowing hard.Lauren quickly denied, raising her hand in the air.— I don't want these services,
Karila who leads the way into her conference room, making room for the American agent to take her time to sit down, and she does, casually crossing her legs and undoing the buttons on her blazer to free her body from the grip, watching the movement of the princess as she rounds the table and sits in her chair.His silent observation draws Karila's attention, who settles down and looks directly at her.- Then? - She questioned seriously, she wasn't the most satisfied with that visit.Allyson Brooke didn't even consider it as she clasped her hands in front of her.— I don't know you, I don't know who you are except from what I hear. In fact, few people in the West know about it, and everyone knows it based on what they hear, not what they see, that's treacherous, I only trust what I see with my own eyes, that's why I'm here personally, I felt it was a moral duty to be fulfilled since it puts the safety of countrymen at stake. - She spoke in detail, watching Karila not show any reacti
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