Home > Altair(27)

Altair(27)
Author: Marian Tee

53 could feel herself shaking with barely-controlled rage as she strove to keep her face expressionless while the soldier bowed and took his leave.

Safiya became uneasy when the other woman suddenly started to walk without saying a word, and she was forced to hurry forward to catch up. In moments, the woman whom Major Asad simply referred to as "53" had led her down a hallway and straight into an empty drawing room.

Her uneasiness grew when she saw 53 lock the door. "Eafi?" Excuse me? While her instincts told her the woman was in no way evil, Safiya also knew that something was not completely right—-

"Don't you fucking think you've won, you bitch!"

53 saw the princess whiten, and her lip curled in disgust at how pathetic the other girl was. "He was mine before you even knew him," 53 snarled, "and he's going to be mine again. The only reason Altair is keeping you around is because he thinks he can still find use for you. But once your father and the people he's working with are behind bars, Altair will—-" 53 saw the tears start to fall down the princess' cheeks, and the sight just made her fucking snap.

"Don't you dare cry!"

53 could not stop herself from screaming.

"Don't you dare fucking cry when you had everything and I was raped—-"

The princess suddenly snatched 53's hand. "I'm g-glad—-"

53 lost her mind in rage.

That the princess actually dared to say she was glad—-

53's hand struck Safiya's cheek with such force that it had her face snapping to the other side, and she felt the corner of her lip start to bleed.

But even so.

She didn't give a damn.

Wasn't even the slightest bit angry.

But when Safiya turned to the other woman to speak, tears still rushing down her face, she hadn't even a chance to say a single word.

A cry escaped her as 53 clawed at her and ripped her necklace off her throat.

53 released a maniacal laugh at the look of shock on the princess' face. "You fucking idiot! This is fake, Your Fucking Highness." She threw the broken chain on the floor and spat at it. "Show it to any fucking historian or expert you know, and they'll tell you the truth. That necklace is as fucking fake as your relationship with the sheikh. So if you actually think he loved you—-"

I did, Safiya thought numbly.

"Then you're an even bigger and more ambitious fool than I gave you credit for," 53 sneered.

Safiya's shame knew no bounds as she felt the other woman watch her cry.

Mama, help me.

But the pain was just too great, and all she could do was cry.

I'm so ashamed, Mama.

Because 53 was right, and Safiya had been ambitious, to think the sheikh could want someone like her, whose father had been so blindly obsessed with the throne his actions had nearly killed the queen.

53 was beginning to feel sick at the sight of the princess' tears, and she hated herself for it. Hated it so much that it only made her want to keep lashing out—-

"Crying won't make any difference, you slut!"

Safiya could see that 53 was desperate to get a rise out of her, and she wished...she truly wished she could be angry. Things would be so much simpler if she could simply think that 53 was nothing but an jealous ex-lover of the sheikh—-

"Are you just going to stand there and snivel like a piece of shit?"

But she could not. She wished she could, if only to keep a few pieces of her heart from shattering. But because she knew who 53 was—-

"Don't you even have anything to say?"

Safiya swallowed hard.

Mama, please.

She managed to lift her gaze to the other woman's.

Help me say what I've always wanted to say.

53 nearly took a step back at the way the princess was looking at her.

Too bright.

Those dark eyes were too fucking bright and pure—-

"I'm sorry I didn't get to help you sooner," Safiya choked out.

53's face lost color.

"I w-wanted to, but I w-was scared, and I'm s-sorry—-"

53 shot forward and grabbed the princess' hand, and the whole room seemed to spin when she saw the moon-shaped birthmark on the girl's left hand.

It was this hand, she thought sickly.

This hand of the girl who had risked her life to save 53—-

Oh God.

Safiya shakily pulled her hand out of the other woman's grip. "I'm just so sorry...so, so sorry I wasn't able to help you sooner—-"

53 watched the princess walk out of the room, and her own gaze started to blur.

Oh God.

For so many years, 53 had wondered who that girl was. Wondered if the girl had managed to survive after risking so much to save her from Saul. She had tried so hard to find out who that girl was. And now—-

God.

Oh God.

What had she done?

 

 

Chapter Nineteen

 


A sighting of Mahmud in the city reached the ears of the king shortly after Agent 53's stormy exit, and the tension in the war room spiked when Altair asked Khalil to grant him the right to personally take charge of the investigation and possible recapture of Safiya's father.

"As everything that's happened since is my fault," Altair said grimly, "I would like to have the chance to put things to right—-"

Several officials muttered under their breaths after this, and with one of them, albeit unable to meet Altair's gaze, even going as far as suggesting they required proof that Altair and Mahmud were not conniving together in the first place.

But while Altair did not mind such words, the Emir Sheikh was not as tolerant, and said official found himself paling as he saw the king's contemptuous gaze swing to his direction.

"Have you ever experienced war, insan?" Although the word translated to 'milord', the manner in which it had been uttered had the official feeling like the king had just spat at his face.

Pride, however, had the official blustering in self-defense. "I was too young for the last war—-"

"Then if I were to ask you to join our troops overseas," Khalil asked silkily, "would you say yes?"

The official's mouth opened and closed.

"In fact, I could simply command you—-" Khalil derived minimal satisfaction from the way the official lost color upon realizing the truth of his words. "But you see, that is the difference between you and Altair. It is why he is the commander of the royal army, and it is why I will always trust him. His loyalty to the crown is such that I never have to command him to do his duty. His service is such that the kingdom has literally run out of medals to award him with."

Khalil's dark gaze swept the war room, and it angered him to see that there were indeed a few other officials who had been as foolish as the younger man he had just chastened. The king was not a man whose temper was so easily roused, but seeing how these ungrateful bastards had truly believed the other sheikh could betray their kingdom after everything he had done—-

"My brother has laid his own life on the line countless times to defend our kingdom," the Emir Sheikh bit out. "Keep that in mind the next time any of you fucking dare to question his loyalty."

 

 

ALTAIR RECEIVED A MESSAGE from Major Asad as he, Yara, and the rest of their team suited up, and the tightness in his chest eased somewhat. There was nothing he wanted more than to see and speak to the princess before leaving, but knowing that she would be safe in the palace was better than nothing.

Hot Books
» House of Earth and Blood (Crescent City #1)
» A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire
» From Blood and Ash (Blood And Ash #1)
» A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime
» Deviant King (Royal Elite #1)
» Den of Vipers
» House of Sky and Breath (Crescent City #2)
» The Queen of Nothing (The Folk of the Air #
» Sweet Temptation
» The Sweetest Oblivion (Made #1)
» Chasing Cassandra (The Ravenels #6)
» Wreck & Ruin
» Steel Princess (Royal Elite #2)
» Twisted Hate (Twisted #3)
» The Play (Briar U Book 3)