I watched him laugh with the beautiful Asian princess. I watched her put her hand on his arm, and he not move away. I watched her whisper in his ear and him laugh quietly. I watched them act like they were secret lovers and that enraged me. I strode over to the two of them with an appearance of calm when really on the inside I was angrily boiling. When Dastan saw me, he scratched the back of his neck as if he knew what he was doing was wrong. The woman gave me a smirk and continued to keep her hand on Dastan's arm. I pulled Dastan to face me and gave him a long, hard kiss straight on the mouth. He moved to wrap his arms around me, but I pushed away before he could.

Still in a daze, Dastan said to the mystery woman, "I don't believe that you've met my wife, Princess."

"No, I don't believe that we've met. Nice to meet you... Princess Tamina," the mystery woman spat.

"Likewise," I replied coolly as I led Dastan away by the collar of his shirt.

"Slow down, Princess. Be patient," Dastan calmly said before leaning down and pressing his mouth to mine.

I forcefully pushed him away again.

"What's wrong, Princess?" Dastan asked as he caressed my cheek and trailed kisses along my neck, "Playing hard to get?"

"Do you ever stop," I say as I walked away from him, "I'm mad with you."

"Why?" Dastan asked thoroughly confused. "I thought that... you wanted me too."
Dastan looked down ashamedly as he rubbed the nape of his neck with his rough hand. If he weren't so adorable, I'd be ready to slap him to the ground for being so ignorant and stupid.

"I was simply getting you away from that lecherous tramp, who you were blatantly flirting with right in front of me."

"Oh, Farah. I just wanted to make you jealous so you'd finally pay me some attention. I'm a Persian, remember. We get very sick if we're not constantly flattered and given attention," Dastan grinned.

"Well, then for that I must say that I am sorry that you feel neglected, but I was most certainly not jealous of that whore," I said with an upturned nose.

"Oh really?" Dastan asked as he stepped away from me. "If you aren't jealous then I can go back and - talk to her?"

"No!" I almost screamed. "She's trying to steal you away from me. Did you see the daggers she was staring at me? If you go over there, you can sleep on the couch tonight."
Dastan laughed before he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. "Don't worry beautiful. Why would I go over there, "he began as he stroked my face, "when I have everything I need and want right here?"

Despite it all, I smiled at my husbands endearment and overflowing charm. He leaned down and gave me a butterfly to the stomach inducing kiss. A short while later he pulled back and whispered, "You don't have to worry about anyone stealing me away from you. I am your completely willing and contented servant. No one can take me from you."

"And no one can take me from you."

Dastan smiled down at me before we began to walk hand-in-hand back to the castle. I happily leaned into his side.

"Hey, Tamina, I've got a question."

"What, Dastan?"

"Why do women always threaten their husbands with the whole 'you're sleeping on the couch tonight' threat? I'd happily stay on the couch away from your bed hogging and cover stealing. It would be nice to not to wake up cold every morning."

"Shut-up, Dastan," I laughed good naturedly, "You know you can't sleep without me."

"True"