Masked a ZM AU

"I had no other choice," Arya Afsar Ajram

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14. Chapter 11: Moonlight Walk

~~Zayn’s P.O.V.


“Well now that all the love stories are done lets go to bed,” I says.

“Yes, please lets,” Princess Akhira says as everyone else unanimously agrees.

“Ahh but don’t go to sleep before praying Isha (A/N: Evening prayer),” Amira says as all of us stand up to go to our rooms.

“Good night,” Prince Harry says to all of us as he takes Princess Jacquline and walks towards the door followed by the rest of the princes with their princesses leaving Lady Soraya, Amira and I in the room.

“Let’s go pray,” I say with a small smile.

 "Let’s,” Amira says walking out of the room.

“Do you want to pray with me?” I ask Lady Soraya hesitantly.

“It would be an honor, your highness,” I reply with a smile to ease his nerves.

“Mariam, bring two prayer rugs here,” I call out to a servant.

“Here you are your highness,” Mariam says coming in and placing the mats in the correct direction.

I dismiss her and give the adhan (A/N: Call for prayer) leads the prayer. We finish prayer with a dua (A/N: literally meaning invocation is an act of supplication. The term is derived from an Arabic word meaning to 'call out' or to 'summon').

Lady Soraya looks worried and saddened. I wonder what’s wrong.

“Lady Soraya, why don’t we go to bed?” I say to gain her attention.

"Yes, let’s go,” she says with a smile.

“This way,” I say taking her hand and leading her down a long hall to the garden.

I hope this will help her calm down a bit; the weather is nice out and I think she likes flowers; this will also help me get to know her better. The royal garden here is really pretty, I like it; it’s filled with beautiful roses of various kinds. I hope she is okay with me taking her to the garden.

“Your Highness, are you okay?” she asks

“Zayn,” I say clarifying the fact that I want her to call me by my name.

“No your highness, I can’t, and are you okay?” she says sighing.

“Yes you can and I’m fine,” I reply.

“Where are we going, your highness?” she asks as we reach the door of the palace.

I don’t reply since I’m going to make her call me by my name instead. I just shake my head.

“Where are we going?”I don’t reply so she asks “so you won’t tell me?”

I just shake my head.

“Is it because I won’t call you by your name?” she asks amused as I nod.

“Z-Zayn? Can you please tell me now where we are going?” she asks as we reach the doors

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” I ask with a smirk.

“Now you should call me Ar-Afsa, and you still haven’t told me where we’re going,” she says as we walk out the door.

Afsa, I like it. But what was she going to say, Arya?

“So Afsa huh?” I ask.

“Yes, it’s what my brother calls me,” she says sadly.

“Oh, I like it and we are going to the royal garden,” I say with a smile.

“The garden? I thought we were going to bed,” she says a face lit with excitement.

“Yes, the garden, where there are flowers and we will after a talk and stroll,” I say smiling back as if she doesn’t know what a garden is.

“I know what a garden is; I have one,” she says with a laugh as we draw nearer to the garden.

Subhanallah (A/N: Glory be to Allah) her laugh is so melodious. She should laugh more often she looks better with a smile. Wait- what am I thinking?

“What’s your favorite flower?” I ask her as we enter the garden.

“Red roses, yours?” she asks admiring the calla lilies (A/N: No one probably cares but red roses are my favorite, calla lilies are my brother-in-law’s and carnations are my sister’s, @BradfordBadBoisMine. idk what Zayn’s are so it’s my choiceJ).

“Roses,” I reply while walking behind her while she admires all the flowers.

“These carnations are beautiful,” she says kneeling as she points to pink and white carnations.

“I planted them,” I say with a smile as I sit down on the stone bench nearby.

“Really?” she asks surprised as she turned to face me.

“Yes, I was 8 years old when my mother brought me to the garden in Maliamora and said she was going to plant and I had to stay with her. I asked if I could help and she said when we get to Zailaan I could put any flower of my choice in the garden,” I say recalling the past.

“So you decorated this garden with flowers of your choice?” she asked smiling as she sat down next to me.

“Every single plant was my choice,” I say smiling.

“You have very good choices,” she says with a smile as I get up and extend my hand for her to hold which she accepts and we walk towards the jasmines.

“The scents of these jasmines are heavenly,” she says as she closes her eyes and breathes in the scent of the flowers.

Subhanallah (A/N: Glory be to Allah) she looks so beautiful and calm.

“The roses are better,” I say with a grin.

“Oh are they really? Were they planted for someone special?” she asks teasingly.

“A bit more friendly aren’t we? And yeah for me, I’m quite special,” I reply laughing.

“Of course you are, and I’m stuck here with you for Allah knows how long, so might as well be open and more friendly,” she replies smiling as we walk towards the roses.

“Right, that’s your excuse, hmm,” I say chuckling.

“So do you have someone special in your life?” she asks teasingly as we sit down on the swing surrounded by roses.

Umm, you but no one else. Wait what no I DON’T like anyone.

“Yes, I have a few especially this one girl except I don’t know if she likes me back or not,” I say feigning sadness.

I look at her to see her face fall and her cheerful smile drop. Does she like me?

“Oh who is she? What’s her name? Where’s she from?” she says trying to hide her disappointment.

“My mother,” I reply laughing causing her to look baffled at me for a second then starts to laugh.

“You are very foolish, dear prince” she says shaking her head while laughing.

“I am not foolish, I am playful,” I reply laughing as I kick off the ground to swing higher.

“Same thing, anyways what is it like being the oh so well known Prince?” she says smiling.

“It’s quite nice since right now I am sitting with a beautiful lady on a swing surrounded with roses on the full moon night,” I say looking towards her as she looks down to see her blushing slightly.

“Very funny Prince Zayn,” she says laughing.

“I thought so to,” I say laughing.

“Well, you must have some questions to bring me here,” she says with a challengingly look.

“Of course not; I brought you here because the garden is beautiful,” I say feigning thoughtfulness.

“Right just like how Princess Amira isn’t writing a love letter to Prince Ali right now,”

“Wait, but she isn’t,” I reply confused.

“Look up at her room,” she says.

I look up to see Amira sitting by the window writing with the window open.

“Oh okay fine you’re right; I have a few questions,” I say putting my hand up pretending defeat.

“And they are?” she asks eager to find out more.

“Various, I want to get to know you,” I say earnestly.

“I’m not all that interesting,” she says with a sweet light laugh.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” I say with a smile.

“Right, of course you will,” she says with a smirk and shaking her head.

“Now for the first question, who do you have in your family?” I ask cautiously

“Umm, I have an older brother and a sister-in-law that’s all now,” she replies sadly.

“So you’re the youngest?” I ask.

“Yes, and you the eldest,” she replies to my astonishment.

“Yes I am, how did you know that?” I ask amused.

“I know many things, besides I know Princess Amira is your only sister and if you weren’t the eldest then you wouldn’t be here to fight, it would be your elder brother,” she says with a smirk.

“Clever, witty, and beautiful; wonderful mix. How old are you? 19? 20?” I ask with a sly smile.

“I’m 20 years old and you are 21 years old?” she guesses with a smirk.

“Yes I am, are you tired or do you want to continue?” I ask with concern.

“I’m fine, we can continue if you would like; it’s very nice out here,” she says with a smile.

“Okay, so what is your favorite color?”

“Blue… red and umm… purple; yours?” she says with a smile.

“Blue, like your outfit,” I reply looking in her eyes.

Subhanallah (A/N: Glory be to Allah) her brown eyes in this moonlight looks so pretty.

“Oh nice choice, I like this color a lot,” she says looking down at her outfit.

“What’s your favorite thing to do?” I ask thoughtfully.

“I love to read and have sword fights with my brother,” she says with a smile.

“Sword fight?” I question amused.

“Yes, it’s one of my favorite pastimes,” she says smiling.
“Your Highness,” someone says from behind causing both of us to look up

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