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Altair(3)
Author: Marian Tee

Altair gestured to the reports his soldier had handed out earlier. "Based on the data our informants have provided, we have reason to strongly believe it's the latter in Princess Safiya's case."

"And since you mentioned an engagement ring earlier," Khalil said slowly, "are you thinking of having one of us make the princess fall in love...in order to use her against her own father?"

 

 

LADY AFAF WAS GETTING bored. Selfies could only be fun up to a certain amount of time, and it became even less enjoyable when one was a reluctant participant in a class field trip to the royal mosque.

And now this!

Afaf marched down the narrow aisle of the bus to demand for an explanation from the substitute professor handling their class. "Why aren't we being allowed to get off the bus? It's been over half an hour since we arrived!"

"The imam received an unexpected visitor," the older woman responded briskly.

The answer pissed Afaf off even more, but since this substitute professor was rather notorious for being "unappreciative" of her students' wealthy and noble backgrounds, Afaf had no choice but to stalk back to her seat.

Fifteen more minutes passed before their bus was cleared to enter the premises, and the identity of the imam's unexpected visitor became thrillingly evident when their bus cruised down the driveway and the mosque gradually came into view.

The courtyard was practically crawling with palace guards, and Afaf and the other girls started shrieking excitedly when they realized the Imam's unexpected visitor could only be a member of the royal family.

The girls could barely wait until their resigned-looking professor allowed them to disembark, and the first few moments were one of feverish madness.

Who could be the first one among them to post a selfie with the royal security in their background?

Who could have the most likes?

Who could—-oh my word, was that true?

One of the girls had managed to wrangle an important piece of news: the Imam's royal visitor turned out to be none other than Sheikh Altair Al-Atassi, Ramil's greatest living warrior!

More shrieks ensued, and the girls' substitute professor began to have a headache.

"Jamaea!" Professor! "Who do you think among us three would Sheikh Altair find most attractive?"

None of you, Professor Anisah Kahveci thought. It was the truth, too, but because these girls were only her students for a day and thus undeserving of her honesty, Anisah simply answered vaguely and hoped that would be the end of it.

Unfortunately, the girls proved annoyingly insistent.

"But you are a ward of the palace, aren't you, Professor?" Afaf asked impatiently. "Surely you must have an inkling of what the sheikh finds attractive."

She probably did, but Anisah doubted the girls would appreciate the truth. Sheikh Altair was first and foremost a man of tradition. He would never be attracted to girls who spent more time on their cellphones than their books or girls whose makeup was so heavy it could have passed off as a niqab all on its own. Most importantly of all, Sheikh Altair was a patriot, and for this reason alone, Afaf - who had voluntarily given up her Ramilian citizenship for an American green card - stood absolutely no chance at capturing the sheikh's interest.

A noisy commotion at the back distracted Afaf into looking over her shoulder, and all at once she forgot about waiting for the professor's answer.

Sheikh Altair had appeared!

Afaf and her friends rushed to join the other students in trying to get past the human barricade of the sheikh's security.

Alshaykh! Sheikh! We love you so much!

Anisah wrinkled her nose as the cries of her students reached a near-deafening volume. Oh well. It had only been a few months since the king and his vassals rode dashingly to the queen's rescue.

This kind of adulation was only to be expected, Anisah decided. Personally, she thought it a little too much, but since the students' hysterics appeared harmless, it was best to simply wait for the girls' excitement to die a natural death.

Afaf, meanwhile, was already lost in her own daydreams. He's so large and powerful. I bet he's going to crush me in bed.

The other girls' thoughts pretty much echoed the same thing, and many found themselves wet and horny just staring at the sheikh's exceptionally formidable build. Since Ramilian men were generally known for their leaner physiques, the sheikh's particularly brawny build called into mind mythical heroes of old. Add to that the fiercely carved edges of Altair's handsome features along with the infamous scar that ran from his left eyelid down to his jaw, and the result was one devastatingly attractive man made even sexier by his air of brutal strength.

Sheikh Altair was not an ordinary sheikh and never would be. Most princes only wielded their swords for show. Sheikh Altair, however, had willingly lived in the shadows, turning himself into an assassin to avenge his father's death. He was danger and nobility personified, and even to this day, Ramilians were just as excited and passionate when swapping stories of Altair's battlefield victories during the blood-drenched years of the Sand Wars.

Ramilian males saw Altair as a modern-day warrior they could only hope to emulate in their next lifetime. Ramilian women, on the other hand...

Afaf and the other girls only had one thought in their minds as they watched the sheikh descend the steps of the mosque.

Oh, to be the lover of such a man as Altair Al-Atassi...

Let it be me!

Let it be me!

Let it be me!

 

 

OBLIVIOUS TO THE AMOUNT of attention he was attracting from the opposite sex, Altair headed straight inside his limousine, and the sheikh was already contemplating his next move even before his back hit the seat.

When he had told the other sheikhs of his plan, he had known right away that his younger brother would be the first to refuse an engagement with Sheikh Mahmud's daughter. Malik, after all, had already given his heart away years ago, and Altair's brother was only waiting for the right time to claim his woman.

Khalil, too, had been automatically out of the equation. The king was not only married, but the man also loved his queen with all his heart.

As for Rayyan...

Altair had never voiced his suspicions to anyone, but he was certain that Rayyan's affections were otherwise engaged, and he therefore hadn't been surprised when the other sheikh coolly expressed his unwillingness to take part.

In the end, the choice had boiled down between him and Tarif, and although Altair was privately convinced the role of fiancé would've suited the other sheikh better—-

His thoughts drifted back to the advice the palace's imam had given him. While Altair did not consider himself Christian or Muslim, he had always respected the imam's wisdom, and for the most part, the older man's counsel had always been helpful.

Now, however...

Innocent or not, traitor or not, the princess should not be your excuse to dishonor yourself.

The holy imam had cautioned Altair against doing anything he might regret, but if ever things came down to choosing between what was right and what would keep everyone alive—-

He just could not...and would not lose another member of his family again.

 

 

Chapter Two

 


Travel brochures frequently described the luxurious resort town of Alfiraz as one of Ramil's crown jewels. A lush and modern oasis set amidst sand dunes and fields of cacti, brittlebush, and Joshua trees, Alfiraz was also home to the royal family's vacation estate. It was the only privately owned property in the area, and it was here that the princess of Farigha had been quietly spending her days since her father, Sheikh Mahmud, had been quietly placed under house arrest.

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