Rashad seethed at how they despoiled her, exposing her face to
common men’s lewd stares.
“Cover her” he commanded.
They adjusted her niqab. Her golden eyes, more vibrant than
the dinars he had paid with, met his with familiar defiance. Grateful she did not recognize the boy who once trespassed in
her garden, he led her in silence beyond the gates where his camel waited to return her to the king’s sanctuary.
They said the man who recovered
the princess could name his reward. He hoped so. He had waited six years for her, aching to
kiss those lips again.
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YOWZAS!! This entry rocks, and for so many reasons! I love how you left the tale hanging on a hook --- so many questions to be answered! Must know more!!
ReplyDeleteI love the reuniting pasts, definitly reads like the blurb of an amazing novel
ReplyDeleteI love mentioning her lips when you can't see them in the picture, just piques the imagination, as do your beautiful words!
ReplyDeleteStacy, a wonderfully evocative scene!
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