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Chapter 15: The Reunion

Her palms were sweating as her heart beat a mile a minute. The day had finally come. Eid Al Ta'sees, Founder's Day of the League of Assassins, was here. The entire League would be gathered to take part in the celebrations—even more than usual since many returned to Nanda Parbat just for the occasion. According to Al Sah-him, the festivities would begin with a performance. The legend of the League's creation would be told through some form of interpretative dance by the priestess, filled with powerful music and theatrics.

Afterward, they would receive guests and anyone who would wish to bestow blessings on Ra's and his kin. Al Sah-him had explained that part was somewhat monotonous if there was a long line. They would be seated for the lavish feast, where their wine goblets would never have a chance to be empty. Then, the dancing and mirth would begin for everyone in attendance.

Felicity nearly dropped her perfume as she gave herself a couple of spritzes—her nerves kicking in. It could be about parading before the entire League and its allies. It could be that she might forget protocol and embarrass her husband. It could be seeing her father again for the first time in months since he'd traded her for the truce. It could be that she didn't know any of the dances that would follow later in the evening.

There were many challenges Felicity faced tonight. While she did feel a little apprehensive about all of them, they weren't the main reason for her jitters. No, the anticipation and butterflies in her stomach were for another reason entirely. That reason, no doubt standing tall and looking handsome in his finery, stood on the other side of the bedroom door waiting for her.

Felicity had ushered Al Sah-him out of the room hours ago so that she could get ready in private. For weeks she'd been secretive about the dress she would wear, and she didn't want her husband to see anything she had planned. It was to be a surprise.

Only a couple of servants aided Felicity in her preparations, and they'd done a wonderful job. Her golden hair was wavy and fell in soft curls around the colorful jeweled headpiece spanning her forehead. Her eyes were styled smoky with a cat-like flourish in the outer corners. A light red blush colored her cheeks, although it was no match for the bright red that painted her lips. The arches of her upper lip were outlined in a perfect bow that she just knew would draw her husband's appreciative eye. It was a lovely contrast to the emerald green and gold-embroidered dress she wore.

Felicity took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She knew it wasn't just his reaction to her dress or anything else she wore that was making her body behave this way. It was the decision she'd made about what would happen later tonight, after the celebrations ended and they retired back to their room. When they were totally alone and could just be.

Knowing the time before they would need to meet Ra's and the others was drawing near, Felicity took one more cursory glance of herself in the mirror and took her place behind the divider near the balcony. She then called to Al Sah-him to enter. The door opened so quickly that Felicity couldn't help giggling quietly at his eagerness.

"Shamsi, are you finally ready?" There was a pause, and she could imagine the frown that must be forming. "Felicity, where are you?"

With another quick inhale, she announced, "I'm here." She stepped out from behind the divider and walked toward the center of the room. Al Sah-him stood rooted in his spot near their bed. His own breath seemed to hitch at the sight of her. His eyes glowed as they appraised her—a look of utter appreciation and fascination crossing his face.

"What do you think?" Felicity asked him and spun around. "Do you like it?"

Al Sah-him opened his mouth a couple of times, but nothing came out. Complete silence as a response would normally freak her out and make her assume the worst. But the tender expression her husband wore while obviously trying to find the words silently spoke of his admiration. Felicity had actually stunned him into speechlessness; her cheeks flamed at the realization and his continued scrutiny.

He took a few steps toward her, his long legs easily closing the distance, and came to stand in front of her. Reaching out, his hand traced the embroidered edges that ran the length of her body. His fingers grazed the edge of her breast and continued down to one of the yellow beaded flowers sewn into the skirt. A tremor ran through her from the contact and the heat she felt radiating from his body.

"I hope it was worth the wait," she shyly added.

His eyes sought hers, and he gave her a tender smile. "You are worth the wait." Al Sah-him's voice was soft and husky. "Amar." Beautiful. "I love it."

Her heart swelled at the compliment. "Shukran." Thank you. "I just really wanted to do something special for you after everything you've done for me. I want to make you proud tonight."

Al Sah-him took her hand and brought it to his lips, his brilliant blue eyes piercing her the entire time. "I should be the one thanking you. No one has ever done anything like this for me." He drew her closer. "It'll be an honor having you by my side, Felicity." Their noses brushed. "You really are Masa-til-Sahim."

"You heard about that?"

His proud, dimpled grin lit up his entire face. "Yes, I heard." Al Sah-him grazed her lips, and she moaned softly. "It fits you perfectly, and I'm glad the League is starting to accept you. Although you'll always be shamsi to me."

"I like shamsi, too," she confessed and ran her hands admiringly along his fine attire. "You look very handsome tonight, as well."

Al Sah-him wore a dagla similar to what he'd worn for their wedding. This one was more decorated, though, with the Demon's Head symbol embroidered along his shoulders. There were also medals on either side of his chest. Felicity didn't know what they stood for, but she assumed it was the League equivalent to military decorations. He also had a sash going across his torso.

Felicity teased, "You're like a Disney prince. You're lucky I haven't fainted from swooning so hard."

Al Sah-him chuckled. "I should keep you close all night then. Don't want your knees giving out in the middle of the celebrations."

"Not yet, at least," she mumbled, which made his eyebrow quirk in curiosity. Before she could completely turn into a cherry and start babbling, Felicity changed the subject. "I'm glad you weren't too inconvenienced when I kicked you out of the room earlier. Sorry."

He shook his head in dismissal, looking more amused than annoyed. "I understood. Besides, I had to help Tommy prepare anyway. This will be a first for him, too."

"You got ready together?" Felicity replied, grinning. "Aw, that's so cute!"

This time Al Sah-him did roll his eyes. "Dear God, it's not that big a deal."

"Did you tie his sash for him?"

"Stop it," he ordered with a light growl.

It only made Felicity giggle harder. She had the funniest image of them getting dressed and primping like it was prom. Noticing her husband's pout, Felicity kissed his lips affectionately. "That was very sweet of you, and I'm sure Tommy appreciated it. Like you said, this is new to us. It's certainly nerve-wracking."

His expression turned concerned. "Are you nervous?"

"I'm okay. I'm just…my father is probably already here, and I've been going over the moment I have to face him all day in my head."

Al Sah-him caressed her cheek. "You won't be facing him alone, shamsi. I'll be with you the entire time."

Felicity smiled up at him. "Thank you. It'll be really nice having you inside me."

Al Sah-him's brows were nearly to his hairline as he stared back, surprised and clearly trying not to laugh. Although he did have that sexy smirk.

Her eyes immediately widened in horror at the slip and she nearly shouted, "Beside me! I meant beside me. N-not what I just said."

Except she probably did mean what she just said, if her plans for later actually came true. But that was beside the point, and she had to stop that line of thinking right now before she remained a permanent shade of red! Get it together, Smoak!

Thankfully, a knock sounded on their door. "Warith al Ghul," said the guard through the door, "Ra's al Ghul is ready for you and Abad-eshams."

Al Sah-him stared at her for a moment longer. Despite his initial amusement, Felicity could've sworn his eyes had also darkened. She recognized the hunger in their depths, because it was a desire that burned just as fiercely inside of her.

He held out his arm. "Shall we?" His deep, gruff tone made her insides tremble with need.

Felicity took hold and pressed her body to his. The tension flamed between them. "Lead the way, ya zawji."

The walk toward the amphitheater felt far too quick. They mostly traveled through the hidden corridors to avoid being seen before the ceremony. Felicity clutched Al Sah-him's arm while mentally preparing herself. On the way there, they ran into Ra's harem of mistresses. Polite greetings were exchanged, but Felicity didn't miss the way their eyes discreetly, and enviously, took in her dress. Their gowns were also elegant but none were as embellished or shimmered the way Felicity's did in the light. Since they had never been welcoming to her, the blonde couldn't help grinning smugly in return.

Al Sah-him caught the exchange. Despite his mostly indifferent expression, the corner of his mouth twitched. His amused, knowing eyes bore into hers as he squeezed her hand in encouragement. He then led Felicity past them until they'd reached the corridor adjacent to the amphitheater. Felicity could already hear the rumble of voices from the audience gathered inside.

Ra's waited for them with Talia and Nyssa by his side. Felicity felt the familiar irritation being in Talia's presence but dismissed it just as quickly. The younger brunette was the least of her worries tonight. Talia must've felt the same, because she barely spared the couple a glance. That was the only improvement Felicity could visibly see from her confinement.

"Eid Ta'sees Mubarak," Ra's greeted them. Blessed Founder's Day.

Al Sah-him repeated the sentiment, and the two clasped hands. Ra's scrutinized Felicity's appearance afterward—probably to make sure she wouldn't shame him in front of the League or his new ally.

"You look exquisite, Abad-eshams," he finally complimented. "You have truly outdone yourself with this latest design. The League and our guests will be much in awe when they see you."

"Thank you," Felicity politely replied and shared a glance with Al Sah-him. "I did not make the dress, of course, but I ensured it would be to my husband's satisfaction."

"I am very satisfied," Al Sah-him acknowledged, his voice a rich and silky timber.

Felicity blushed all over again. If all went according to plan, that wouldn't be the only time he said that tonight.

Ra's smirked, which somehow always seemed to turn a genuine moment into something salacious. Felicity had done all she could to avoid him since their encounter upon his return last week. She didn't know what her husband had said to him, but the topic of her working with Al Hassoub and producing heirs was never broached again. The tension that had existed between the Demon's Head and his own heir had also eased, which she was relieved about for Al Sah-him's sake. They looked as united as ever, especially tonight.

Ra's gave her his nod of approval. "You'll be relieved to know your father has arrived safely, Abad-eshams," he informed her.

"Good." Felicity forced a casual tone. "I look forward to being reunited with him." She was surprised that she managed to say it so confidentially. She half expected to choke on the lie as it left her mouth.

He gave her one last appraisal before moving on to his harem. Hessa was quick to hide her displeasure with Ra's doting over Felicity. With the attention no longer on her, Felicity turned to Nyssa. The tall brunette wore League colors, as usual, but her outfit was highly feminine. She was cloaked in a black velvet kaftan. The waist was cinched with a gold embroidered belt, and a similar design decorated the formal jacket she wore over it. Similar to Al Sah-him, the Demon's Head symbol was sewn into the design. It was a much softer look for Nyssa, along with her hair that was elegantly done up in a fancy bun.

"You look beautiful," Felicity told her.

Nyssa nodded her thanks. "So do you."

Begrudgingly, Felicity glanced over at Talia. She'd stayed off to the side. Her dress was also black and gold. It didn't have as many intricate designs—though she also wore the Demon's Head symbol—but it draped off of her in a dramatic and highly feminine flourish. Her makeup was light and highlighted her delicate, youthful features. No one would suspect the vileness that lurked beneath such an innocent façade.

"Where is Sara?" Felicity quietly asked Nyssa.

"She has already taken her seat." Frustration and a tinge of regret flashed in her eyes. "She is not allowed to accompany me in the procession."

Regardless of the sympathy she felt, Felicity did not say anything further. Nyssa would not accept even the semblance of pity, no matter how well-intentioned. It was times like these that Felicity was reminded that she wasn't the only one being repressed by tradition. Her heart went out to Nyssa.

"She is with Al Tareq," Al Sah-him stated, and Felicity was slightly appeased by that alternative. Tommy would feel as confused and out of his element like she did now. "We'll eventually see them."

Ra's called them all to attention. It was time for their big entrance before the performance got underway. Ra's, obviously, would enter first. Al Sah-him and Felicity would follow with Nyssa and Talia behind them. The mistresses would bring up the rear. In addition, they would all be accompanied by a contingent of soldiers.

The loud, rhythmic banging of the drums began. The signal had Ra's moving forward. Al Sah-him guided them after. Felicity couldn't help clutching him tighter for support. It would be just like her to trip at the most inopportune time.

Most of the torches were lit and lined along the pit. They illuminated the staging area and thrones set up but cast the rest of the room in darkness. Someone must've cleaned up the blood from the duels, because the ground looked spotless. From what Felicity could make out in the shadows, the place was packed. A current of energy and anticipation rippled through the gathered crowd. Felicity resisted the urge to seek out her father; she would not give him the satisfaction of her regard in this instance. Instead, she focused on emitting an aura of strength and regality by her husband's side. The pounding of the drums was so loud that it reverberated in her chest. Feeling so many eyes on her was also making her heartbeat spike.

Just like when attending the duels, they sat in their usual seats. Al Sah-him and Felicity were to the right of Ra's while Nyssa and Talia sat on the left. Even in the dimness, Felicity felt the fierce weight of so many gazes on them. She was comforted when Al Sah-him took hold of her hand and gave it a squeeze.

The murmurs that had filled the amphitheater, creating a low buzz, were silenced by the priestess minutes later. Her voice rang out and captured the audience's attention. She spoke mostly in Arabic but did do some translations in English for their guests' benefit. A greeting and prayer were uttered, and the crowd soon joined in. The show commenced afterward; she and her disciples acted out the League's creation. The music was dark and dramatic, and the choreography mimicked the tone.

Felicity's attention was piqued when the Lazarus Pit was referenced. Felicity had never known much about the legend other than the basics and what Al Sah-him had eventually told her. She watched in fascination. Apparently, the first Ra's al Ghul was looking for a way to heal a dying prince. He'd heard of the Pit discovered by Al-Khidr and chronicled in the holy texts. He eventually found it, and the Pit cured the prince. But the man went mad and killed Ra's wife. The pain of her death and the trouble Ra's faced afterward because of men seeking the Pit's power is what led to the formation of the League.

Al Sah-him's hold tightened ever so slightly, and she wondered if he was also thinking about the time he'd healed her wounds. Felicity resisted the urge to touch the small pocket in her dress where the water he'd given her from the Pit rested. The story the priestess portrayed was at least partially a lie. The Pit was powerful, but it did not outright cause corruption and madness. Man did that all by himself when too much power and immortality were gained. But Felicity supposed this was how the legend and the warning to stay away from it lived on. She knew firsthand how exhilarating it felt to bathe in its rejuvenating waters and how dangerous such an impulse could be if left unchallenged.

The show continued on until the current Ra's was honored. At the end, the priestess bowed to Ra's, and the crowd gave a standing ovation. Instead of praising the priestess, they were turned towards Ra's, and he appeared to bask in the attention. Felicity followed Al Sah-him's lead as he, too, stood to honor his leader.

Afterward, they proceeded to the great hall where dinner would be served. The last time Felicity had eaten in there was after her wedding. How ironic it was that she and her father would be reunited there. They stood with Ra's at the entrance of the hall to greet League members and guests as they filed in. Some of the more important attendees stopped to offer blessings and a kind word to gain Ra's favor. Felicity tried very hard not to roll her eyes at their blatant brown nosing. They extended their praise to Al Sah-him and her, as well. She fully intended to sneak off to the bathroom and wash her hands for at least five minutes after all of the greasy kisses she received. Nyssa didn't seem to be faring much better. Talia looked serene standing by her father and accepting the sentiments. Either she was putting her skill of deception to good use or she was too eager to finally be out of her room to care.

Felicity was lamenting the next batch of suck-ups when she spotted a familiar group of dead-eyed, rough-looking men. Her entire body stiffened. Ghosts, her mind screamed. Her father, sure enough, followed behind their large forms. She shouldn't have been surprised. It would be uncharacteristic and risky for him to visit Nanda Parbat without protection, truce or not. He wore his signature black suit, which was a stark contrast to his bleach blond hair. His sharp gaze bored into her as he approached, and the anger she'd repressed roared to life. It was so strong her face grew hot as her blood roared through her veins.

Al Sah-him's arm wound around Felicity's waist before he drew her into his side. She looked up at him. He was straight-faced, though his eyes were kind and encouraging. Felicity drew strength from him and felt a renewed sense of resolve. She was not the same scared, powerless woman her father had left behind. Her husband was Warith al Ghul, Heir to the Demon. Nanda Parbat was his future legacy and, as his wife, hers as well. She belonged here now, and her father was the intruder.

Darhk clasped hands with Ra's and wished him a blessed Founder's Day in Arabic. His pronunciation was flawless. He repeated the greeting to Al Sah-him—who didn't look all that thrilled yet feigned politeness—before turning to her.

"Daughter," Darhk greeted. "You are looking well. I've missed you. Eid Ta'sees Mubarak."

"Eid Ta'sees Mubarak," she blandly repeated.

He held out his arms, beckoning her forward when she stayed by Al Sah-him's side. "Give your father a hug."

Felicity would've preferred to stomp on his foot but complied like a dutiful daughter. It was a tiny relief that Al Sah-him didn't fully let go of her when she leaned toward her father. She barely wrapped her arms around him and huffed when he pulled her more tightly into his embrace. There was a tug at Felicity's back and just as quickly, Al Sah-him drew her back to him.

Darhk smiled. "Milo was right. Married life suits you. You look as if you're glowing." His gaze swept over her from top to bottom. "Then again, you did inherit your mother's beauty. That is an exquisite necklace," he complimented. Felicity hadn't even realized she'd been stroking it. "A symbol of your new identity, I gather."

Felicity didn't know if he was being serious in his compliments or meant to rile her up. Either way, she wouldn't take the bait and answered evenly, "It was a birthday gift from my husband." She smiled up at Al Sah-him. "He made it for me."

Momentary surprise flitted across her father's face before he schooled his features. "A thoughtful gesture. I thought you'd outgrown birthday presents."

"Abad-eshams was under the impression that her birthday did not warrant celebration, including gifts," Al Sah-him spoke up. His gaze was intense. "Your daughter is an amazing woman who deserves to be appreciated. I'm sure you can understand why as her husband I needed to remedy that misconception immediately."

If her father's smile became any more strained, his jaw would break from the tension. Which, needless to say, had Felicity beaming from ear to ear. "It is, without a doubt, the most amazing present I've ever received," she added. "Thank you again." She kissed Al Sah-him's cheek.

"You're welcome, shamsi."

Darhk stared between them like they were a puzzle he needed to solve. Finally, he stated, "I am glad to see the alliance remains strong with your union. If I'd known you'd be so agreeable, I would've done it years ago."

Swallowing the bile rising in her throat at his dig, she smiled curtly and looked away as if to receive the next guest. It was only Al Sah-him's steady hand caressing her back that kept her from erupting in outrage at the smug expression on her father's face. From her husband's taut posture, he wasn't pleased either—though he was better at outwardly hiding it.

After they were done with greetings, dinner commenced. The great hall was elaborately decorated in more banners with desert flower displays scattered throughout. The tables were set up in a way that left the center of the room empty to be used as a dance floor. The throne was at the head of the room, and their table was placed in front of it with chairs set up on either side; God forbid Ra's sit in a normal seat. The band was already playing. It was a soft melody to complement their meal.

Felicity sat beside Al Sah-him who, once more, was at the right of Ra's. Nyssa and Talia were on his other side. Searching through the crowd, Felicity spotted Sara and Tommy not too far from them. Sara was dressed in a caramel-colored kaftan that looked beautiful with her complexion and brown eyes. It was the first time Felicity could ever recall seeing her wear something so feminine. Tommy had on a plainer version of Al Sah-him's dagla—similar to the other new League recruits. Despite a fading bruise on the side of his face, he looked handsome and dashing after shaving and styling his hair. She wished Sara and Tommy could've sat with them, but the main table was sparse and really only for the Demon's Head's inner circle.

Much to Felicity's relief, her father wasn't placed at their table. His seat was a couple away with his men. There were quite a few outsiders present, but none drew so much attention and uneasiness as Darhk. Many in the League eyed him warily. Felicity glanced away when he happened to look up at her. It would be easy for him and others to scrutinize her. No one sat across from them, so that they were visible to the entire hall. Down the line of the table sat Sarab and the advisors, along with honored warriors. The hierarchy was distinctly on display.

The priestess prayed and toasted to Ra's and his kin before the meal was served. The food was delicious and gave her a nice distraction. Hakeem sat beside her, who she didn't much care for. When he wasn't ignoring Felicity and actually deigned to speak to her, he made observations about her father. Felicity kept her answers vague and to a minimum. Al Sah-him was mostly occupied talking to Ra's. They spoke softly in Arabic, and she got the sense they were assessing each of their guests.

When Felicity let out an unintended sigh, Al Sah-him leaned in toward her. "You okay?"

"Yes," she whispered back. "Just bored."

The corner of his mouth quirked. "You'll like it when dinner is over and the dancing starts. It'll be less formal, and you can go to Ta-er al-Asfe and Al Tareq."

"That will be nice," she commented and offered him a smile when he brushed aside a wayward curl.

"Your father has been watching us closely," he mentioned.

"He's probably trying to figure out if I've been brainwashed." She intended it to be a joke, but it wasn't that far off of the mark. The League did try to erase its members' pasts to reinforce League allegiance. She said more quietly, and trying not to blush, "He'll be sorely disappointed to learn that you've earned my trust and respect the old-fashioned way." Her voice dropped even lower, so they couldn't be overheard. "And that I find you extraordinarily sexy in your uniform."

Al Sah-him's gaze was heated, and she happily thought he looked eager to consume her rather than his meal. He kissed her then. It was quick, but she felt the spark ignite between them.

"You both look ready for dessert," Ra's commented, shattering the moment. Felicity wished she could slap the smugness from his face.

Before Al Sah-him could turn toward his master, she pecked his lips a second time and went about finishing her dinner. Ra's wasn't the only one watching them. Curious observers were everywhere, no doubt analyzing the rare affection she and Al Sah-him had allowed them to glimpse.

Al Sah-him was right that once the dancing portion of the evening began, the atmosphere didn't feel as strict. The torches were dimmed and lively music was played by the band. Soon, many League members began dancing. They were traditional dances Felicity hadn't had time to really learn. She only knew a couple that Sara had briefly taught her in between self-defense lessons. Nevertheless, Felicity was eager to leave the table and go join Sara and Tommy. Al Sah-him accompanied her, and Nyssa wasn't far behind them.

"You look amazing, Abad-eshams," Tommy complimented. "You as well, Nyssa. I didn't know you owned a dress."

"I do. Perhaps you should simply compliment it rather than goad me, or else I may have to give you a matching bruise on the other cheek." Her stern tone was offset by the mirth in her stare. They were always trying to one up the other. It was amusing to watch.

"She's radiant," Sara declared and hugged Nyssa. They didn't dare kiss under the watchful eye of Ra's or other League members, but their gazes spoke of what they wished to do. Felicity suspected they would retreat to one of those dark corners Sara spoke so fondly of.

"Abad-eshams," a sweet voice called. Amina and her parents approached. Greetings were exchanged while Felicity gave her a hug. "Your dress is so pretty. It's the prettiest dress I've ever seen! Isn't it, Momma?" She was already turning back to Felicity. "It sparkles. Can I touch it?"

"Amina," her mother tsked.

Felicity smiled. "It's all right." She already knew how much the adorable brunette loved the tactile feel of her dresses. Amina was very girlie and usually in awe of her outfits. The little girl was even wearing the dress Felicity had made especially for her, which she excitedly showed off.

"Amoora," Al Sah-him said to her.

That had the little girl beaming in pride. "Abi,"—she tugged on her father's pants—"Warith al Ghul thinks I'm pretty, too!"

They were all quietly chuckling at her excitement.

"You are," her father responded."Now say thank you."

When Amina looked up at Al Sah-him, which made her head go almost entirely back because of his height, she suddenly seemed bashful. "Shukran," she murmured.

Felicity didn't blame her for being starry-eyed. She hadn't stopped swooning over him either.

"Abad-eshams, Momma said I can dance this year! Will you dance with us?"

"Oh, um…well, I don't know how. I'm not sure I'll be that good."

Amina was actually delighted by this. "I'll teach you." Her small hand latched onto Felicity's. "Please?"

How was she supposed to resist such an adorable face and angelic eyes? Felicity looked to Sahar, who was trying not to laugh. She knew full well what Felicity was up against with her daughter. She also looked to Al Sah-him, who gave her a nod of encouragement.

"Go," he mouthed.

"All right," Felicity conceded and wriggled Amina's little hand. "I shall trust you will be an excellent teacher."

Amina squealed. "Yay!"

"I'll dance, too," Sara declared. She took Amina's other hand.

Along with Sahar, they headed for the dance floor. Her husband, Al Fares, stayed behind with Al Sah-him, Nyssa, and Tommy.

Felicity felt entirely foolish at first as she attempted to get her bearings in the dance. It was a combination of circle and line dancing. There were quite a few missteps on her part. Amina and Sara were extremely patient while showing her the correct steps. Eventually, Felicity caught on and was surprised by how much fun it was. The music was loud and jovial—so unlike the darkness she usually associated with the League.

Before she knew it, she was laughing and smiling so much she couldn't stop. And she didn't want to stop. It was so much better than hiding in her room with an iPod and dancing alone. Other League members she had never met before became part of their group, and Felicity found that it was a wonderful bonding experience. It was such a minor thing and yet it was the first time she truly felt included.

She lost count of the number of dances. At some point, Nyssa and Tommy had joined, too. Tommy was surprisingly rhythmic, and she giggled when he'd add a flourish to his moves. At one point, he was covertly doing the YMCA. She and Sara clutched each other as they busted out laughing while Nyssa stared at them all like they'd lost their minds. In between rotations, Felicity sought out her husband. He was talking to various people and mingling. But his gaze never strayed off of her for long. She felt its weight and caught his eye several times. She waved him over, but he shook his head. Al Sah-him was content to watch her.

A while later, when she was in the midst of a turn, an arm reached out and grabbed her. Felicity squeaked in surprise before giggling as Al Sah-him swept her into his embrace. "Hey!" she mock exclaimed.

"You have been a hard woman to get a hold of," he teased back.

"I've been dancing. Constant movement is the nature of the beast."

"I know. I've been watching you, shamsi."

"I noticed," she said and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're even more stunning when you're smiling." Al Sah-him caressed her cheek. "You look like you're having fun."

"I am," she admitted, sounding a little surprised even to herself. "Why don't you dance, too, for a bit? Might loosen you up. God forbid you relaaxx," Felicity drawled and playfully wiggled his collar.

He fought a grin but couldn't totally prevent those sexy dimples from showing. "I don't dance."

"Ever?"

"Nope."

She pouted. "Well, that's a shame."

"Are you thirsty? You must be." He reached for a goblet and handed it to her.

Felicity downed the sweet juice in seconds. Now that she'd stopped dancing, she also noticed she was incredibly hot—although that could also be because of Al Sah-him's tight embrace and smoldering stare.

"Hungry?" He held a plate of dessert up for her. It looked like chocolate cake.

"Is that from the dessert table?" There were long tables on either side of the hall filled with sweet and tasty treats. She'd been eyeing them in between dances.

"No, Sahar gave it to me. There are dishes with nuts over there, and I was worried. Better safe than sorry."

Felicity's heart nearly melted. "You're always taking care of me."

His bright blue eyes were intense and affectionate. "I told you I would."

She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him, audience be damned. He kissed her right back and quietly groaned when the tip of her tongue teased his lips. When they broke apart, she noticed Talia off to the side watching them. Jealousy was written all over her face and a hint of sadness, too. Realizing she'd been caught, Talia quickly looked away before disappearing into the crowd.

After finishing her cake, Felicity was perfectly content to stay tucked into Al Sah-him's side. Together, they watched the festivities and people around them. Tommy was at a table talking to Sahar's husband, and she was surprised to see them genuinely laughing and smiling. When she pointed it out to Al Sah-him, he told her that the two had a lot in common. Felicity didn't know how that was possible, but she was glad to see Tommy interacting with someone new.

"Where are Nyssa and Sara?" she asked, searching the crowd.

"Saw them sneak out about five minutes ago."

With a grin, Felicity mumbled, "Dark corners."

"Excuse me?"

"They probably found a spot to be alone," Felicity told him. "Not that I blame them."

Al Sah-him's hold on her tightened. "Me neither," he muttered. His voice came out low and husky as his eyes bore into her.

Felicity took in her husband's handsome features and the way she fit perfectly into him. Suddenly, she envisioned what it would be like to have their bodies entwined without their clothes. She knew his much larger form would engulf her completely, with just the right amount of pressure to keep her close without squishing her. She wondered what it would be like to wrap her legs around him and surrender to him and the pleasure she knew he'd give her. Would he be tender and attentive or fierce and passionate? She'd encountered both sides of him at one time or another, and she honestly wasn't sure which she wanted more.

A hint of amusement formed on his face before he started chuckling. Finally, Felicity snapped out of her fantasies and found herself back in the present. Her cheeks grew hot when she realized she'd zoned out on him. "What's so funny?" she questioned, trying to keep her tone light.

"You." At her frown, he continued in a quiet voice only she could hear, "You've been blushing a lot tonight but never as deeply as right now. And it made me think of our first night together. Do you remember what you said to me?"

She smiled and answered, "That I was neither your blushing nor willing bride."

Al Sah-him nodded, teasing, "Now here you are—rosy cheeks and all."

"I could technically say it's from all the dancing and heat in the room, but it's not." Felicity leaned in closer. "I feel more like a bride tonight, in this dress and with you, than I did then. And…" She clutched the fabric of his shirt and held his increasingly enamored stare. "I'm ready and willing to give you free reign to make me blush a lot more tonight."

His breath hitched, his gasp low and sharp as he unraveled the meaning behind her declaration. It didn't take long for his eyes to darken, and she nearly moaned when he licked his lips.

"Felicity…" It was a mixture of a question and a plea.

"I'm ready to return to our room whenever you are," she whispered.

They were so wrapped up in each other, Felicity barely registered the people around them. It wasn't until Al Sah-him's head whipped to the side and a throat cleared that she remembered they were in a crowded room and most definitely not alone. Felicity's entire body tensed upon seeing Ra's with her father standing right next to him. She'd been having such a fun time tonight, she actually managed to forget for a bit that Darhk was there. She should've known the reprieve wouldn't last long.

"Abad-eshams, I have to leave soon," Darhk began, "and I wanted some time to speak with you—in private."

Felicity really didn't want to talk to her father and listen to anything he had to say. However, she did have a lot she wanted to say to him in return. There was no avoiding this, and perhaps she shouldn't. Perhaps it was time she finally faced him head on.

"Okay," she agreed.

"There is an empty room down the corridor you can use," Ra's informed them.

Al Sah-him didn't appear to like this at all, but he nodded. "I'll take you there."

"No need. I remember the way," Darhk replied. "Abad-eshams, come."

Felicity bristled at the summons. She was not a dog but kept her mouth shut. It wouldn't do to start bickering with her father in front of so many watchful and curious guests. There were already plenty of blatant stares as more people grew aware of the exchange. Becoming a spectacle was the last thing she wanted.

She'd barely taken a step when Al Sah-him's hand shot out to halt her. Frowning, she watched as he approached her father and got into his personal space. Face to face, she noticed that her husband had a few inches over him—though his commanding presence made him look even bigger. The heat she'd seen in Al Sah-him's eyes moments ago was different now; it was dark and threatening.

"Mind your temper with my wife," he quietly warned. "If I hear that you so much as raised a hand in her direction, the only way you'll be leaving our home is in pieces—truce or not."

Felicity's mouth almost dropped open, and she quickly bit her lip to keep the shock from registering on her face. Her father's icy blue eyes did not look pleased, but Al Sah-him didn't back down an inch. Ra's, who was also watching the exchange, looked silently smug and even proud by his heir's threat. For once, Felicity actually agreed with him.

Placing a hand on Al Sah-him's arm, she told him, "We won't be gone long."

"I'll be waiting, shamsi," he replied.

Although she knew that Al Sah-him would never let her go if he actually thought she'd be in danger, his protectiveness and promise soothed her. With one last squeeze, Felicity left the great hall with her father. The crowd dispersed to clear them a path, and the scrutiny was just as intense as when she'd first walked into the arena earlier.

The room down the corridor was larger than Felicity expected. It was also beautiful. Most of the room was carpeted with scattered plants throughout. The sitting area had ornate couches and chairs. To the left was a blazing fireplace and the right a small fountain. The two sides of the room looked nice in contrast. Through the open double doors was a balcony. Felicity shut the door behind them but didn't lock it.

"I always loved it in here," her father commented. "I knew the decorator. She was a charming woman."

"I've never seen it. It's nice," she politely offered.

Darhk shifted his attention from the room to her. He was quiet for a couple of minutes just watching her. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Then: "You seem different."

"I am different." She added, "Did you really expect me to remain unchanged after leaving me on my own in a strange place with your enemy?"

He seemed a little astonished by her reproach, which also surprised her in turn. "You're still angry." It was a statement, though she heard the hint of curiosity.

"My own father sold me into marriage without my consent." It was difficult to keep her voice steady amid all the fury seething within. She'd done well to shove it down most of the evening but now, face to face with him, it came rushing back to the surface. "Anger doesn't even begin to describe how I've felt since that day. The fact that you're surprised by this shows how very little you know or care about me."

"I fully expected you to be angry. But then Milo informed me of his visit here. He said he watched you the entire night and that you looked besotted with Al Sah-him. And he with you. He believed the bond between you was real. The news was almost enough to warm my stone-cold heart." That last comment was flippant and almost mocking.

Felicity didn't appreciate it. "I doubt anything could do that, but it is real."

"Then you can understand why I'm perplexed by your anger when it was my actions that brought you to him. If anything, you should be thanking me."

Her outrage flared. "I am not angry because I met Al Sah-him. I'm angry, which I have every right to be, because you gave me to an enemy you always claimed to despise. Who you said was the greatest threat you or this world would face. You've been a member of the League. You knew the kind of dangerous environment you were throwing me into, but you couldn't have known what kind of man Al Sah-him was. What kind of husband he would be."

"What kind of man is he?" he challenged.

"He's the best man I've ever known," Felicity declared and defiantly glared at her father. "He's kind and honorable, and he respects me. He could've just as easily been a monster like Ra's, but he's not. And you cannot take credit for that, because you did not give me to him for that reason. I was nothing more than a bargaining chip, and it was pure luck that he's a good man."

Darhk snorted. "'Good' is a relative term. Do you think he rose to be Warith al Ghul simply through kindness and honor? Do you know how many men he's killed over the years? He's an assassin, Felicity. Do not let his handsome face and bravado about protecting you fool you. He's using you."

"I disagree, but you've proven my point. Why promise me in marriage if you think so badly of him? As my father, why wouldn't you protect me?" she retorted.

His expression hardened and he snapped, "Because you first betrayed me as a daughter! You shamed me by giving intel about H.I.V.E. operations, our family legacy, to Mr. Diggle." Seeing her shock, he pressed on, "Did you honestly think I wouldn't learn the truth about him and who he was working for? It's always the same with you, Felicity. You're always looking for someone to rescue you and when they pretend to be your knight in shining armor, you fall right into their trap. You may be brilliant, but your resolve is weak.

"You want to know the real reason why I used you to seal the truce? Because there is no modern technology here. There is no computer for you to disappear into. No way for you to hack into my affairs and meddle with what you do not understand. If you ever wanted me to be a father, then you wouldn't have betrayed your own blood. You would've accepted my legacy from the beginning. Instead, you've been pulling these petty stunts for years. You've acted like nothing more than a petulant child and played right into Mr. Diggle's hands. And you can be sure that the next time I see him, he's a dead man."

His words stung her deeply—more deeply than she could admit right then—but she pushed the pain and fear for Diggle aside. She accusingly exclaimed, "Why would I want to claim your disgraceful legacy when you're the reason my mother is dead? How many times did she put her life on the line for you before it eventually cost her hers?" Unshed tears burned her eyes. "She was all I had!"

His stare was patronizing. "You've always idolized her. Your mother knew exactly what she was getting into when she married me. And despite what you think, I did love her. I mourned her, and I will always regret losing her," he bit back. "But you've vilified me to make her into a martyr in your mind. The truth is you're no better. Your own husband nearly failed in protecting you, and yet you stand there defending him."

Felicity came up short, and her breath seized. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Just because I'm no longer in the League doesn't mean I don't have my sources," Darhk stated. "I heard about the abduction and near attempt on your life. If Al Sah-him hadn't executed the perpetrators, I would've had to come forward and demand justice myself to ensure the truce was honored. I will not be disrespected."

"So just your honor mattered and not the fact that I almost died," she bitterly replied, feeling the first tear actually fall.

"I'm not completely uncaring. Of course I was concerned when I heard about it. I also heard you killed one of the men yourself, and I'll commend you for that. I didn't think you had it in you."

The compliment disgusted her, and she glared at him.

He continued, "But what concerns me now is the lack of one particular injury." He surveyed her in earnest and focused on her neck. "Your throat was slashed, was it not?"

Felicity was once again taken aback by how much detailed information her father knew. Were there spies from H.I.V.E. in their midst? Were they posing as League members? She would have to remember to tell Al Sah-him.

"Yet I see no scar," Darhk pushed on. "The skin looks untouched."

"I had a good doctor, and I'm a quick healer," she dismissed. "The rest is makeup."

He wasn't dissuaded. "Were you ever given special water to bathe in?"

Felicity had a bad feeling about where this was heading. "I don't know what you mean."

"Were you ever told to drink or bathe in a certain kind of water? It would feel different. You'd be refreshed afterward. Your injuries may have healed, too."

The Lazarus Pit, she thought. He wants to know about the Lazarus Pit.

"There's no such thing as magical water." Even as the words left her mouth, she was aware of the small vile tucked into the folds of her dress.

"I didn't say it was magical." His eyes were alight with intrigue. "Don't play dumb, Felicity. You know exactly what I'm talking about, don't you?"

"If you're referring to the Lazarus Pit, then yes. I've heard of it. You told me the stories when I was young, which was retold tonight. But it's just some stupid myth—like Ra's and you claiming to be centuries old," Felicity said. "It's a good story to scare your enemies."

"It's not a story," her father declared. "It's real, and it's rumored to be losing its affect on Ra's. You must have noticed the extra gray in his hair."

"All men age."

"And the wrinkles," he persisted.

"I don't—"

"His time is drawing near. It's why he was so keen to align with me. He knew what Al Sah-him and the League would face in his absence. You being his bride, and my daughter, will keep the other sharks from smelling the blood in the water. But they're always circling. I realize we've had our differences, but it doesn't have to be that way going forward, Felicity."

"Just ten minutes ago you were calling me weak. So I don't understand now why you suddenly see me as an asset," she pointed out.

"I also said you were different. I see the change in you. We can put the past behind us if we really want to. You can be the daughter I want, and I the father you need. But I'll need to know about the Lazarus Pit as a sign of good faith between us. If I tell you where it is, I would need you to do me a favor."

"What favor?"

"Send me some of the water. Prove to me that you can be loyal, and I promise to give you the true protection you're seeking. You'll be able to come home—maybe sooner than you think," he hinted.

Felicity looked at her father. Really looked at him. His hair was dyed bleach blond, so it would be impossible to tell how much it was graying. But she did notice the sallowness of his skin and the darker than usual circles under his eyes. Suddenly, it all made sense.

"If you and Ra's served in the League around the same time, and you've both used the water to survive, then that means it must be losing its effect on you, too," Felicity realized as his scheme unfolded in her mind. "You wanted me here on the inside to give you access to the Pit."

"Felicity—"

"But there is one kink in your plan, isn't there? You thought sending me here, isolated without my computers and married to a man I barely know, would make me beg you to take me home. You thought I'd give you whatever you wanted," she reasoned. He opened his mouth to object; she wouldn't let him. "You never expected for a second that I would actually grow to care about my husband. That I would choose him over you."

"Felicity, we're family—"

"No, we're not. We've never been, as you so callously stated earlier." Although she was still angry, Felicity felt an intense wave of sadness and disappointment come over her. The tears she'd held at bay gushed out, and she didn't try to stop them. She didn't want to keep any of it inside anymore. She wanted to get it out. She wanted to let it go. "I don't know where the Lazarus Pit is," she lied. The truth was right behind it. "But if I could get to it, you're the last person I would give its water to."

Darhk was momentarily stunned before his face contorted into a scowl of rage. "You would condemn your own father to death?"

"You made your choice! Now I'm finally making mine." She wiped at her cheeks as more tears fell. "I owe you nothing and expect nothing in return. I disown you. You are not my father. You never were, and you never will be. And regardless of any alliance, you will get no championing from me with my husband when he becomes Ra's someday—assuming you're alive long enough to see it."

Darhk's expression turned viscous. Just as he crossed the distance between them, the door opened without even a knock. Al Sah-him strode in, took one look at her, and was by her side in an instant. "Shamsi, are you all right?" He quickly turned to Darhk and, for a second, Felicity thought he might punch her father. "What did you say to her?"

"You must be pleased with yourself. She'd rather be an assassin's whore than my daughter," Darhk retorted.

Felicity just barely grabbed Al Sah-him in time to keep him from striking her father. "Don't. He's not worth it. Al Sah-him, he's not worth it!"

"Felicity, I need to speak to him alone. Now." His tone was deep and jagged. It wasn't even directed toward her, and it still sent shivers up her spine.

"What? No—" If she left them alone, they'd probably attack each other. Not that she didn't think Al Sah-him couldn't handle himself. Her father wouldn't walk away unscathed—not that she was bothered by that. He'd deserve what he got. But she didn't want Al Sah-him doing anything that might jeopardize the truce and get him in trouble with Ra's.

"Shamsi…" He took hold of her face and forced her to meet his eyes. His thumbs brushed at her tear tracks. "Trust me. I need you to leave. Please…"

Although Felicity really hated this idea, she did trust him. Al Sah-him was furious, but she knew he could be like stone when necessary. She didn't know exactly what he needed to say to her father, but she'd let him say it. She reluctantly pulled away and moved to leave. Out of the corner of her eye, her father was seething. Felicity barely spared Darhk a glance. Instead, she strode out of the room with her head held high and firmly shut the door behind her.

It was only then did she feel like she could breathe again.

Translations:

shamsi = my sun

Amar = moon

shukran = thank you

Masa-til-Sahim = The Arrow's Diamond

Eid Ta'sees Mubarak = Blessed Founder's Day

ya zawji = husband

Amoora = Little Moon

Abi = Dad

Al Fares = The Knight

A/N: If you're interested in seeing Felicity's dress this chapter, the picture is on my Tumblr. Next chapter is titled (drummer roll please...) "The Consummation"! ;)