  &quot;Is everything alright, your highness?&quot; Without turning, the driver asked him and Mujaheed smirked at her.
  &quot;Everything is alright, you don't have to worry.&quot; He immediately turned to look at her with laughter dancing in his eyes. &quot;Careful who you beat around, my lady. That might be the crown prince everyone will risk his or her life to save. And why wouldn't I say that? You're my wife, aren't you?&quot;
  She rolled her eyes at him, &quot;This girl is a proof that I'm your wife, isn't it? But still, how can you say that out loud?&quot;
  He playfully pinched her cheeks and she swatted his hands away and turned to look at the window. The rate at which they were moving was so slow and leisurely that she thought it might've been faster if they walked there themselves. She wondered if the driver wanted to show himself up that he was driving the crown prince or it 

  Nafisa smiled and collected Muhaseen from her hands. They might've just arrived yesterday, but she loved her already. She was the type of person that you could see her kindness without necessarily having to have a deep conversation with her or something that will make you realize she was kind. It spoke for itself, her kindness, her compassion, her innocence, all could be seen from her eyes. &quot;You can do this, your highness. They're all just here to greet you, nothing more.&quot; 
  She stood up from the bed, and the royal attire Nafisa brought to her made her doubted if she was the one. It sparkled, glowed and looked so beautiful on her. She wondered how she would communicate with them because not all of them understood French, just like in Nigeria not everyone understood English. Maybe they would understand or some of them would insult her? She was already nervous and she stammere

  &quot;Hamma Mujaheed?&quot; She asked with a weak voice, she didn't want this to not be true, she might not have her hopes raised high, but this will be everything for her if it turned out to be true.
  &quot;You guessed right, Kulthum am!&quot; Mujaheed said excitedly and in a second, she screamed at the same time burst into tears.
  &quot;Daada! Is that his voice I'm hearing? Daada please make this become true! Ya Allah!&quot; She was crying so hard and all their eyes filled with tears at the both joy and agony in her tone. 
  &quot;I'm the one, Kulthum, It's me. How have you been?&quot; He asked with tears accumulating in his eyes and they all waited to hear her reaction because she was the most dramatic person they had ever seen.
  &quot;How can you ask how I've been? Hamma Mujaheed how can you do that to us?! Daada, stop talking to him, don't even act as if you've known him. I won

&quot;Is everything alright, your highness?&quot; Without turning, the driver asked him and Mujaheed smirked at her.
  &quot;Everything is alright, you don't have to worry.&quot; He immediately turned to look at her with laughter dancing in his eyes. &quot;Careful who you beat around, my lady. That might be the crown prince everyone will risk his or her life to save. And why wouldn't I say that? You're my wife, aren't you?&quot;
  She rolled her eyes at him, &quot;This girl is a proof that I'm your wife, isn't it? But still, how can you say that out loud?&quot;
  He playfully pinched her cheeks and she swatted his hands away and turned to look at the window. The rate at which they were moving was so slow and leisurely that she thought it might've been faster if they walked there themselves. She wondered if the driver wanted to show himself up that he was driving the crown prince or it was the prince that wanted to see the palace after such a long time, but she dared not complain abo

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