moment we spent together. Our relationship blossomed into a fairy tale.
Each day that passed, I noticed that my prince was a rare jewel. There were many sides to him, and each one was better than the next. He taught me the true meaning of love, life, and laughter. He made me a better person and brought only the best out of me. I cherished every moment that I spent with him. And I knew the feeling was mutual. Whenever he looked at me, his eyes glowed with love.
Prince Nidal was a prince of honor, and he loved his people very much. And all his people loved him back. They welcomed him in their homes, and he gracefully accepted each and every invitation. Nidal always brought me along with him as we entered the homes of the rich and the poor. But it was the poor people’s homes we entered and spent the evenings with that revealed to me yet another side of Nidal I had not known. He was humble in their homes, ate whatever was served, and complimented the peasants’ wives on their cooking, even if they served only bread and potatoes. He drank wine with them and laughed and played with their children. I loved to sit back and watch him interact with these people, who did not have many material things, but they had plenty of love and happiness. They were rich in other ways that mattered to me the most. Nidal fit well with them, as if they were a part of his family. Never once did he look down on them. As a matter of fact, he talked, laughed, and shared stories with them. He seemed very comfortable around them, and to me, he looked like the great man that I knew him to be.
When it was time to leave, he bowed, thanked them for their hospitality, and dropped several gold coins on their table. He walked away quickly before they discovered the treasures, for he was not one to brag. He did not want the poor to feel like beggars or to feel unworthy. So he always helped them without blowing the trumpets. I did not think it was possible to love him any more than I already did, but I could not help it as I was overwhelmed with this new feeling of respect and adoration that I felt for my prince. My love for him overflowed until I was drowning in thankfulness to God for all the treasures he had given to me. I was very grateful.
A few times a week, Nidal still went to the private meetings with the king and his men. I never asked what the meetings were about, and Nidal never offered the information, so I kept silent, thinking for sure he would tell me on his own one day.
One day after dinner, as we walked into our room, Nidal surprised me by letting me know that he would be gone all night again because another important meeting was to take place. I tried to hide my disappointment, but Nidal noticed immediately that I was upset. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me fervently. The kiss did not last long. Nidal stopped abruptly and pushed me gently away as I looked questioningly up at him.
Nidal sighed and whispered softly, “Don’t do this to me, Loula, please. I have to go. It’s a very important meeting. I would not leave you like this if it were not,” he whispered. His eyes looked sadly into mine.
I pulled away from him, knowing that I would be miserable tonight without him. Nidal quickly followed behind me, reassuring me that he would be back as soon as he could, but as soon as he spoke those words, we both knew it was going to be a long night. I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut in Nidal’s face, as he stood there, stunned. He pounded on the door a few times, begging me to let him in, but I ignored him. A few seconds later, I heard him walk away, closing the door behind him.
Desperate now, I wanted to know exactly what was being discussed in the meetings. Is there reason for me to worry? And why is he in training every morning? Is he getting ready for a battle? Cold sweat broke out all over my body at the thought of Nidal fighting and putting himself in danger. I knew Nidal would never tell me anything that
Each day that passed, I noticed that my prince was a rare jewel. There were many sides to him, and each one was better than the next. He taught me the true meaning of love, life, and laughter. He made me a better person and brought only the best out of me. I cherished every moment that I spent with him. And I knew the feeling was mutual. Whenever he looked at me, his eyes glowed with love.
Prince Nidal was a prince of honor, and he loved his people very much. And all his people loved him back. They welcomed him in their homes, and he gracefully accepted each and every invitation. Nidal always brought me along with him as we entered the homes of the rich and the poor. But it was the poor people’s homes we entered and spent the evenings with that revealed to me yet another side of Nidal I had not known. He was humble in their homes, ate whatever was served, and complimented the peasants’ wives on their cooking, even if they served only bread and potatoes. He drank wine with them and laughed and played with their children. I loved to sit back and watch him interact with these people, who did not have many material things, but they had plenty of love and happiness. They were rich in other ways that mattered to me the most. Nidal fit well with them, as if they were a part of his family. Never once did he look down on them. As a matter of fact, he talked, laughed, and shared stories with them. He seemed very comfortable around them, and to me, he looked like the great man that I knew him to be.
When it was time to leave, he bowed, thanked them for their hospitality, and dropped several gold coins on their table. He walked away quickly before they discovered the treasures, for he was not one to brag. He did not want the poor to feel like beggars or to feel unworthy. So he always helped them without blowing the trumpets. I did not think it was possible to love him any more than I already did, but I could not help it as I was overwhelmed with this new feeling of respect and adoration that I felt for my prince. My love for him overflowed until I was drowning in thankfulness to God for all the treasures he had given to me. I was very grateful.
A few times a week, Nidal still went to the private meetings with the king and his men. I never asked what the meetings were about, and Nidal never offered the information, so I kept silent, thinking for sure he would tell me on his own one day.
One day after dinner, as we walked into our room, Nidal surprised me by letting me know that he would be gone all night again because another important meeting was to take place. I tried to hide my disappointment, but Nidal noticed immediately that I was upset. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me fervently. The kiss did not last long. Nidal stopped abruptly and pushed me gently away as I looked questioningly up at him.
Nidal sighed and whispered softly, “Don’t do this to me, Loula, please. I have to go. It’s a very important meeting. I would not leave you like this if it were not,” he whispered. His eyes looked sadly into mine.
I pulled away from him, knowing that I would be miserable tonight without him. Nidal quickly followed behind me, reassuring me that he would be back as soon as he could, but as soon as he spoke those words, we both knew it was going to be a long night. I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut in Nidal’s face, as he stood there, stunned. He pounded on the door a few times, begging me to let him in, but I ignored him. A few seconds later, I heard him walk away, closing the door behind him.
Desperate now, I wanted to know exactly what was being discussed in the meetings. Is there reason for me to worry? And why is he in training every morning? Is he getting ready for a battle? Cold sweat broke out all over my body at the thought of Nidal fighting and putting himself in danger. I knew Nidal would never tell me anything that
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