DISCLAIMER: See first chapter
Chapter Two:
The Princess followed Quatre into a hidden entrance to the underground base. Rashid greeted them halfway, and continued to a small, classically decorated room.
Quatre invited Princess Rehya to take a seat and called for tea. A moment later a member of the Magornac Core came in with a tray with three cups, leaving promptly. Politely smiling, Quatre offered the Princess a cup, which she took, but had not sat down yet.
"How does Quatre Raberba Winner recognize a cloaded person in a crowd?" She asked, removing her hood and exposing straight, short, raven hair and a tan face with dark eyes that were used to observing subjects.
"Well, the people are right; no ordinary person would pay with gold, especially a person who has disappeared. Please, make yourself comfortable."
The Princess dropped her gaze to her tea. "I'm afraid I will not be comfortable until I am in the colonies."
Rashid exchanged questionable looks with Quatre, who's smile faded but hearing heightened. "Your disappearance was not because of foul play then, as I have been told."
"Hardly, Mr. Winner."
Quatre nodded. "You should know, Your Majesty, that we are very sorry about your father." When Princess Rehya did not respond, Quatre continued in a quieter voice, "I suppose I'll contact Mr. Abdul now, to let him know you'll be returning to Egypt shortly."
"Please don't."
~
Quatre Raberba Winner was young like Rehya. She hope he would understand her.
"You don't want to go back?"
*But just in case...*
"I'm sorry, gentlemen," Rehya said. Her teacup crashed on the white carpet as she raised the two shotguns that were hidden under her cloak in the small of her back. The two barrels were pointed at Quatre and his advisor, Mr. Rashid. Mr. Rashid made a move to get his own weapon, but Rehya clicked the gun and he stopped in his tracks.
"I'm sorry gentlemen," She repeated. A small smile came over her face. "I am not usually like this. But I cannot allow anyone to find me."
"Why?" Quatre Winner asked with a calm voice.
"I ran away, Mr. Winner," Rehya told him. "And I wouldn't have came into your town if I knew I'd have to kill the two of you. But you see, that is what I must do, for if I simply escape no doubt you will alert my father's advisors, and I cannot let them know I am alive."
She clicked the gun that was pointed at Quatre.
"Put the guns down, Your Majesty," He said just as calm. "Whatever reason you have for running away can be resolved, can't it?"
"No. My way is easier."
"Killing people doesn't solve anything," Mr. Rashid said behind her in his deep voice.
"Good-bye, Mr. Rashid - "
"I'll help!"
Rehya stopped her finger from pulling the trigger of the shotgun and turned to face Quatre Winner. When she spoke, her voice was a bit more uneasy. "What do you know of my troubles, Mr. Winner? How could you help me?"
"Just put down the guns and tell me, and I promise you I will help. But you're going to have to trust me."
The shaky in her voice somehow transfer to her two hands with the weapons in them. A silent tear fell. "Don't you see, I'm just making the inevitable."
Chapter Two:
The Princess followed Quatre into a hidden entrance to the underground base. Rashid greeted them halfway, and continued to a small, classically decorated room.
Quatre invited Princess Rehya to take a seat and called for tea. A moment later a member of the Magornac Core came in with a tray with three cups, leaving promptly. Politely smiling, Quatre offered the Princess a cup, which she took, but had not sat down yet.
"How does Quatre Raberba Winner recognize a cloaded person in a crowd?" She asked, removing her hood and exposing straight, short, raven hair and a tan face with dark eyes that were used to observing subjects.
"Well, the people are right; no ordinary person would pay with gold, especially a person who has disappeared. Please, make yourself comfortable."
The Princess dropped her gaze to her tea. "I'm afraid I will not be comfortable until I am in the colonies."
Rashid exchanged questionable looks with Quatre, who's smile faded but hearing heightened. "Your disappearance was not because of foul play then, as I have been told."
"Hardly, Mr. Winner."
Quatre nodded. "You should know, Your Majesty, that we are very sorry about your father." When Princess Rehya did not respond, Quatre continued in a quieter voice, "I suppose I'll contact Mr. Abdul now, to let him know you'll be returning to Egypt shortly."
"Please don't."
~
Quatre Raberba Winner was young like Rehya. She hope he would understand her.
"You don't want to go back?"
*But just in case...*
"I'm sorry, gentlemen," Rehya said. Her teacup crashed on the white carpet as she raised the two shotguns that were hidden under her cloak in the small of her back. The two barrels were pointed at Quatre and his advisor, Mr. Rashid. Mr. Rashid made a move to get his own weapon, but Rehya clicked the gun and he stopped in his tracks.
"I'm sorry gentlemen," She repeated. A small smile came over her face. "I am not usually like this. But I cannot allow anyone to find me."
"Why?" Quatre Winner asked with a calm voice.
"I ran away, Mr. Winner," Rehya told him. "And I wouldn't have came into your town if I knew I'd have to kill the two of you. But you see, that is what I must do, for if I simply escape no doubt you will alert my father's advisors, and I cannot let them know I am alive."
She clicked the gun that was pointed at Quatre.
"Put the guns down, Your Majesty," He said just as calm. "Whatever reason you have for running away can be resolved, can't it?"
"No. My way is easier."
"Killing people doesn't solve anything," Mr. Rashid said behind her in his deep voice.
"Good-bye, Mr. Rashid - "
"I'll help!"
Rehya stopped her finger from pulling the trigger of the shotgun and turned to face Quatre Winner. When she spoke, her voice was a bit more uneasy. "What do you know of my troubles, Mr. Winner? How could you help me?"
"Just put down the guns and tell me, and I promise you I will help. But you're going to have to trust me."
The shaky in her voice somehow transfer to her two hands with the weapons in them. A silent tear fell. "Don't you see, I'm just making the inevitable."