Arabian Nights
Summary: A young prince from the West finds himself in a predicament when he becomes the concubine in the East to a man whose very presence renders him frail.
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Chapter 4: King's Guest
The news came so suddenly. A mere week after my arrival. I had not had enough time to adjust to the area, and now his messenger was stationed in the living room having just delivered a Royal letter to the family.
"We are to report the Anatolian boarder to maintain the peace between the Russian settlers there and his people." George pronounced after reading the letter. He looked at his wife, who instantly planted her gentle hands on his shoulder. He placed his hands over hers and then kissed their joined hands.
"I do not want to leave you…but it seems as if my presence is required immediately." His wife, Isata moved to stand in front of him. She was not from the Kingdom. She was actually a captured princess from a small tribe in the Western parts of the Land…She attempted to escape by hiding out in George's room in the palace. He had protected her…and eventually convinced the King to let him be with her. It had caused a great upheaval, but eventually the Shiekh proved to be "most reasonable."
"You will not have to. Where you go, we shall follow. We are a family and a family we shall remain." Her voice was powerful.
"No. It is not very safe there. The tension in the area could easily spill into a war. I cannot risk it. You and the children…" She cut him off again, this time by placing her finger over his mouth.
"We will be fine. Izzy will attend the Royal academy, You gill give Odha permission to travel abroad and sufficient funds of course with his promise to return ready to begin his own family…" With that she stopped to stare at her oldest son who merely nodded his head in agreement.
"Then you will let Christian take care of the household while we are away. It will be fine. The Sheik will guarantee their safety and we shall ensure the safety of a whole nation." When George made a move to object, his wife kissed him on the forehead and walked away.
"I am sorry Prince Julian. It appears as if I cannot play host to you. My son will keep you entertained until my return. You must understand…saying no to the Sheik is…" Julian shook his head, understanding. The first few days he had spent here, he was summoned to the palace to properly introduce himself. He had not actually seen the Sheik, but his administrator. But when he was leaving he had caught a glimpse of the man.
A shiver ran down his spine at the recollection.
Those dark eyes, pierced him from above the alter, and that frown that seemed forever engraved on his face only deepened the longer he stared.
"Do not worry. It is admirable to commit to ones duty. I only wish you a safe journey and a safer return." Julian stated. George smiled, before turning to quickly scribble his reply on a parchment of paper and then hand it over to the waiting messenger.
The man left as soon as he received the message. And George commenced to instruct his children on what was going to take place. His daughter Ezabelle was to attend the Royal Academy. A very renown school for young women of good background. There she would learn both the sciences, maths, literature and her expected womanly duties. George wrote a letter requesting her immediate acceptance. Upon finishing the letter, his wife instructed their daughter to go pack. She would be leaving in the next two days.
George also wrote a letter to his finance manager, instructing the man to set up a separate fund for his son Odha. It would take at least a week for those preparations to be complete, and perhaps even longer before Odha could journeys.
Everything happened so quickly, that Julian could barely keep track of them all. There were servants hurriedly packing luggages day in and day-out. Messengers leaving with letters and arriving with letters. Everyone seemed to be rushing around.
Before realizing what was taking place, Ezabelle was already gone and George and Isata were preparing to leave as well.
"Please stay safe Julian, and Christian watch out for everyone while we are gone." He nodded, gladly accepting his mother's farewell kiss on the cheeks.
Their carriage departed, heading for the harbor where they would board a ship headed up to Russia. I did not know what to do, things were beginning to wind down with their departure. But I was still at a loss. With the entire family slowly going away, I was not sure how I would go about my business. I had no desire to be a nuisance.
Christian seemed busy attempting to get Odha's business on the way. I did not feel like bothering him. And I was more than willing to wait before commencing with my plans.
I was content to wait…but then a problem stirred with Odha's voyage.
"I really do not feel like leaving you Julian. Odha can wait another year, it will not be so bad." I shook my head knowing full well that it would be indeed hard. I too had to delay my journey, and it was painful. I could understand the needs of a fellow voyager.
"I am capable of handling myself. I have funds and it will not be so hard on my own." Christian shook his head; someone was taking their role of head of household seriously.
"No. I cannot leave you on your own. I will plead the Sheik to house you. He cannot refuse." Before I could object, Alex was already seating himself on the writing desk. I was beginning to take note of the families no "objection' policy.
It was rather difficult to speak to them. I sat there until he finished writing the letter and then he handed it to a waiting messenger.
He promised me that it would not take long to hear back from the palace, and he was right it did not. By the time we were settling in for dinner another messenger came in, the same messenger who had previously brought George the Sheik's request.
A servant took the letter from him and handed it to Christian.
"Well…the Sheik has agreed to house you. This is wonderful, Odha and I can leave as soon as tomorrow seeing as how it will not be difficult to move your things to the palace. That is if you are okay with that." I did not have much of a choice.
"Okay, then I shall have Sebastian write back immediately." The butler, Sebastian nodded and retreated out of the room.
Oh my God, anyone who read this I LOVE YOU. I got the characters mixed up, horrible. I'm fixing it and I hope you forgive me.
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