"Amira," He was before her eyes, surreal, and she could not blink her eyes despite the strain she felt. A few steps forward had the eunuchs rushing forward but he pushed them off and somehow her body had glided towards his. He limped a bit, but he was still taller than her.

"It's you," She let out a smile before she could stifle it, and her arms laced around him, "It's really you,"

Everyone gasped, the eunuchs casting eyes around, and the whispers began. Never had Amira wished she knew French to deny all these staring eyes.

An awkward next changed the scene and Amira pulled the towel tighter around her naked body. Clumsy, it should be so.

There was so much to say.

"Erik, kiss me," She whispered, desperately, could literally feel their time together decreasing. Knowing he would never make that first move. And so they kissed, much to the shock of everyone around them.

"Dostet daram" She broke off the kiss, "Erik, please, I'm sorry,"

"Amira," He smothered her hair with kisses and tousles of his hand, "I'm going to get you out of here, love, I will," The buzzing of the yells grew louder but Amira could make no sense of it, "Don't cry," He said as if he was the one who was crying.

She leaned forward, and pulled him for another kiss. Before she could respond, he was walking away, never looking back, fists clenched.

"Well!" One mistress of the prince stepped forward, "So romantic!"

"Are you joking? That was improper. For all of us." Another glared at Amira, then did a quick prayer.

And Nisrine's arms coldly placed themselves around her waist.

"Let us go," Her voice was so serene, so calm. And when they were at a considerable distance from the other girls, she began in a quiet but excited voice, "You must have really loved him,"

"I do, he is my life," Amira couldn't deny this from Nisrine.

"Don't worry, he is already a part of you," Nisrine grinned and she turned to look at the head wife in confusion.

Nisrine had her chuckling eyes planted on her stomach and a hand flew down.

"You're going to have a child, can you not tell?" Nisrine wrapped her arms around hers, and Amira burst into tears, both hands holding her stomach. So that explained everything. Her body growing bigger, her sudden impulses to puke, her increased cries.

"They're going to take him away from me," Amira cried, pausing.

"Darling, he knew, he told me to watch you, Lion did. He won't, he's waiting for you and he likes the wait." She patted her head.

"Then what?" She burst out.

Nisrine sighed.

"They are hoping that your child looks like the father so they can do something to the child.-"

"But you must prevent them! Nisrine!" Amira screamed out hysterically, "Why didn't you tell me? Erik, Allah, oh Allah! He doesn't even know,"

"Calm down, please," her eyes grew fierce and alert.

"Please, I'll do anything, just keep my baby safe," She slipped down on the floor, prostrated to Nisrine as more people rushed up to the commotion.

"Amira. Get up," Experience with nine children prepared her well and when those pleading green eyes looked up, she softened, "I'll help you. As my own daughter. Be glad, the baby's coming in five months."

"Five months." Amira considered, "Allah!"

Suddenly, she didn't feel fifteen. She felt older, wiser, and she smirked to herself before turning to Nisrine, "You're a great friend."

There was nothing more to say and they walked back to their chambers.

Nisrine bowed to her husband.

"What is it? I'm busy," He growled.

"The girl's having a child," Nisrine flopped down on the chiffon.

"Which one?" He turned to face her.

"The newest one, Amira," She lazily stated, "She was when you took her, it's evident now,"

"Well then, get rid of the baby," He distractedly told his wife, "Is that all?"

"Darling, don't," Nisrine casually laughed, "Wouldn't it be fascinating to see how ugly the child would be?" And the realization hit the prince.

"I still haven't slept with her yet," he counted to himself something before turning to his wife, "Do what you want with the girl, I'm going to see my mother,"

"Keep your word," Nisrine listed out.

A laugh erupted from his mouth, "Bitch, don't tell me to keep promises, I make them," and he walked out of the room.

That night, Amira rolled in her bed, and thought about everything.

Erik will come back and they'll live happily with their child. She could just imagine it.

A/N: yeaaaaaaaaa. thanks for reading!