Masked a ZM AU

"I had no other choice," Arya Afsar Ajram

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11. Chapter 8: Rise and Shine

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Chapter 8:

Arya’s P.O.V.

I wake a couple of hours later to see Princess Amira sitting next to my bed.

I was sleeping on a beautiful white wood bed with a white canopy and chest and the end of it. The room was large and roomy; there a balcony with it. There were white curtains and the bed sheets were this beautiful deep red color. There was a white wooden desk, chair, and side table with a bowl of fresh fruits.

“As-salam alaykum (A/N Islamic greeting),” I say sitting up.

“Wa ‘alaykum al-salaam (A/N Islamic greeting), how are you?” she says

“Alhamdulillah, how are you?” I respond.

“Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah. Did you get enough rest?” she asks.

“Yes, thank you,” I say.

“We all were going to eat dinner so I came to all you,” she says smiling.

“Oh how long have I been asleep?” I ask.

“It’s Magrib (A/N: evening prayer) time, so about 3 hours,” she says smiling.

“Oh okay let me pray Magrib then I’ll be right down,” I say getting out of bed and into the bathroom.

“I am leaving an outfit on the bed for you,”

“Thank you,” I say in between washing my face for wudu (A/N the washing that Muslims have to do before prayer).

I finish then come out take the outfit, go back in to change. I put on a hijab and look at myself in the mirror.

The outfit was an ocean blue color and went down to the middle of my shin; the hijab was a little lighter shade of blue as was the pants that goes with it.

I walk out and pick up the prayer mat as someone knocks at the door, “Come in,” I say.

“Oh I was just checking if you were ready,” Prince Zayn says coming in.

“Oh thank you but which way is Qiblah (A/N: the direction of the Kaaba (the sacred building at Mecca), to which Muslims turn at prayer)” I say with a shy smile as he walks in closer to me.

“Oh I’m sorry; here give me the prayer rug” he says extending a hand for the prayer rug.

I give the rug to him and he places it on the floor in the right direction for me to pray.

“Thank you Your Highness,” I say slightly bowing.

“Please call me Zayn,” he says chuckling.

“Oh no Your Highness I couldn’t possibly do that,” I say smiling back.

“Oh really? But what if I commanded you?” he asks with a smirk.

I really wouldn’t have to listen to that because I’m Princess Arya.

“Oh so is that the case? Are you going to command me to? Then I suppose I have no choice do I?” I reply smirking.

“Oh no none at all so I, Prince Zayn Javedd Malik, command you Lady Soraya to call me by my first name,” he says with a priceless laugh.

Oh Allah help me not get side tracked by this Prince; help me gain my kingdom back from Anwar, Allah please punish him for his wrong doings.

“Lady Soraya, are you okay? You look worried is everything alright?”

Oh no I must have shown my worries now what do I say?

“Oh it is nothing I was just worried I might miss Magrib” I say smiling.

That was close; I have to be more careful around him.

“Oh I’m so sorry I forgot. Why don’t you pray while I wait to take you to dinner?” he says with a reassuring smile.

“Hmm,” I utter with a nod and I start to pray.

I finish praying and Prince Zayn is lost in thought, so I get up, fold and place the mat on the chest at the foot of my bed and say, “Shall we go now?”

“Oh, yes let’s go everyone must be waiting for us,” he says with a smile.

We walk down the poorly lit hallway towards the dining room.

The hallway was long with various doors opening out of it, there was a light every couple of yards but very low lights; the walls were of stone.

Prince Zayn was ahead of me and kept looking back at me, what was wrong? Where is the fight now? How could I find out more about the war? Would Prince Zayn tell me anything if I asked?

*Zayn’s POV*

“Oh I’m sorry; here give me the prayer rug” I say extending a hand for the prayer rug.

She gives the rug to me with a timid smile and I place it on the floor in the right direction for her to pray.

“Thank you Your Highness,” she says slightly bowing with a smile.

“Please call me Zayn,” I say chuckling at how formal she is.

Would Princess Arya be so well mannered? Would she so pretty? Would she be so kind? Why am I thinking of her?

“Oh no Your Highness I couldn’t possibly do that,” she says smiling back.

“Oh really? But what if I commanded you?” I ask with a slight smirk.

She couldn't deny, could she?

“Oh so is that the case? Are you going to command me to? Then I suppose I have no choice do I?” she replies smirking.

Oh Allah her smile is so beautiful

“Oh no none at all so I, Prince Zayn Javedd Malik, command you Lady Soraya to call me by my first name,” I say a laugh.

She looks worried, have I done something wrong? I was just fooling around.

“Lady Soraya, are you okay? You look worried is everything alright?”  I ask apprehensively.

“Oh it is nothing I was just worried I might miss Magrib” I say smiling.

Is that it? I don’t know I feel like there’s something else to the worry.

“Oh I’m so sorry I forgot. Why don’t you pray while I wait to take you to dinner?” I say with a reassuring smile.

“Hmm,” she mutters with a nod and starts to pray.

She looks so stunning and that color looks so pretty on her. That shade of blue is one of my favorite colors. I wonder how that color would look on Princess Arya. What was her favorite color? What was she like? How did she die? Why did she start this war? Should I ask Lady Soraya? She wouldn’t know she was at the funeral at the time.

“Shall we go now?” Lady Soraya asks folding the prayer rug and placing it on top of the chest at the foot of her bed.

“Oh, yes let’s go everyone must be waiting for us,” I say with a smile.
As we walk down the poorly lit hallway towards the dining room, I keep turn back to Lady Soraya just to make sure she is okay.

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