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The Heartless Princess 1
*This fic contains intersexuality, if you don't feel comfortable don't move on.*Deep down, anyone who could see her naked knew that the legend that that woman was a soul collector. Black ink snaked its way down the curves of her torso to her hips, etching her skin in glorious pride over nothing less than the life of those who wished her harm.As slyly demonic was it, the fresh body of an afterdeath by poison still lay on the carpet of her royal office, it was the place where he dealt with business... The very high walls, the books on the shelves and the paintings of his ancestors had already witnessed terrible misfortunes that that woman had already suffered for those who wanted her desirable body, or just her head at a price for to be so powerful and have so much at hand.Naturally, she left the room, putting the golden hijab on her completely straight brown hair and headed to her room, claiming that she was not feeling well. It was clear that he always felt extremely well after
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"Flight AA5413 - Departs scheduled at 5:50pm - Terminal F - Gate 36 - Arrives at 6:56pm in Philadelphia with a layover of approximately 2h13min."We would have two hours in Philadelphia before embarking on another layover that would leave us another eight hours and fifteen minutes in London. The route is not the smallest, but the results that this trip can bring make any obstacle satisfactory. Ursel was by my side, and of all the most exciting things that happened, having her as a partner was indeed one of the most exciting things, she really seemed to trust me, maybe it's this feeling thing.I could already predict that for all this time away from home, it would be her and Mr. Gold the closest to me. They were the ones who sat beside me on the plane, patiently waiting for the first leg of our trip to end in one of the most hospitable cities in the United States.For that short commute, I busied myself reading a few books, ditching the blazer and keeping as casual as possible while
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Oh, what does she want? For me to kneel down and apologize more? Haven't I asked enough? Didn't Ursel do this for our mistakes? Why make this kind of relationship difficult if we are going to be in your country for a year?— I ask you to forgive my lack of common sense, I promise to improve these very inappropriate behaviors... – I paused briefly trying not to disrespect him and rolled my eyes.— Your Highness. – I completed taking a step back, letting Ursel be responsible for talking to that bitch. I just replied her arrogant security guard, I understand that I overdid myself for not being used to it, but I didn't need such an exaggerated attitude like that.I know I need to improve on this but it wasn't my fault that man was so rude. Maybe it wasn't impressive at all, since for all her bluntness she seemed to be just as much as he was in demand things around. She is not my princess.“I want time to talk with you, I am immensely interested in what you will be doing here, and I on
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It seems like something out of a movie, her security scheme is one of the most surreal things I've ever seen in my life.As our cars approached the mansion, I could see the black corvettes parked in the driveway, escorting not only her into the house, but us for being her guests. The sun was so hot when I got out of the car, looking confused at the wide green lawn that led to the entrance of what looked more like a palace in the form of a mansion.The Arabic decoration, so beautiful and ostentatious, white walls with these dark brown details, balconies with flowers and decorated vases, grass so well manicured to be so exposed to the sun. It felt hospitable, even if I felt more than I suspected.I looked over the row of Land Rovers parked one behind the other and our group of historians descended with a twinkle in their eyes to enjoy that so beautiful view of the pyramids so close to this princess's mansion, in the background, it would take 10 minutes by car and nothing more.She is
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POV NarratorThe 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 h
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Lauren's POVI only woke up a few hours later, because the cold breeze that entered my clothes made me shiver and I needed to get out of that desert night. A little disconcerted after just waking up. I didn't want dinner either, a knock on the door was all I got, a woman with shiny black skin, dark brown eyes looked straight at me, she seemed to be wearing some kind of all black suit, dress shoes closed, so serious and so intimidating , the scarf on her head was the only thing with color that stood out about her, dark red with gold accents.— I'm Normani, I've come to prepare your bath at Ursel's command. – She spoke directly, her rigidity was unique. Arabs are like that, I had already read about how they could be less warm at times."Thanks, you can come in." I said absently, looking down at my own outfit, remembering that the shirt was open to the middle, showing my bra in a way that obviously put her off. Hell, like I'm just pulling out terrible here. It was easily
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POV Narratornext morningThat morning the princess looked good-humoured, her only thought being that her pretensions to frighten the foreigner had come off so well that she would sit at that table, and that woman he wouldn't be there, luckily for him maybe he'd left just yesterday. It was what she wanted.He never ran out of what he wanted.That morning, unlike the day before where humiliation seemed to have touched her for some time, she felt superior to her own uncontrolled feelings, it had been too long since someone had disrespected her or made her weak.She covered her face last, with the red hijab, leaving the opening in her neck so that she could eat in peace. Normani was waiting for her in the hallway, the door to the room next to hers closed. She walked beside her right arm, going down the stairs and walking towards the dining room.Her guests hadn't started eating, as they were waiting for her for that meal, and they were there, all sitting a
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POV NarratorKarila was informed that afternoon that a very well-placed man from Arabia wanted to be in her presence. It was news enough for her to assign Normani a further background search, focused on finding him on Friday of that week.Karila didn't mind remembering Lauren that afternoon, it seemed such a forgettable presence from his point of view, that his focus had already changed to another by the time the historian left the house, leaving him no remorse or concern.The mansion felt empty without the large group of historians who had left for their research. She was inside her conference room, holding a pen, focusing on notes under her fingers. She was going to travel, she needed to meet another woman, whose identity was restricted because she also had a superior position in another country in the Arab sphere and she was resigned to having to be on a maximum security mission to get out of the country.Every move calculated.They spent hours talking on
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The Heartless Princess Epilogue
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
