"The choices we make, change the paths that we take."
Amir and Haya fall in love and get married. Now Haya is trapped within her own self and Amir just isn't that fond of Haya's free spirit anymore.
Their golden life, might not be golden after all.
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Hi guys. This is a long chapter by the way and pretty good honestly, atleast that's what I think lol.
Enjoy. Make sure to vote and comment, tell me what y'all think.
Also, pretty sure there's like five more chapters left of this :)
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@RoyalArchives : Prince Illyas Najaf spotted in Buredaan this morning. The Prince will be accompanying King Najaf and Queen Beyza on their one day trip to Maraaish.
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Haya.
There were a lot of things that I had been called throughout the 26 years of my life. I had been called spoiled and stubborn, I had been named bratty and bitchy, I had been labelled as the Princess who cared more about her shoes that she did about people.
I had been called spoiled by my own family, by my own husband. I had been called stubborn by the very same people.
And yes, to an extent I always ended up agreeing with them. I acted spoiled at times, I was stubborn and hardly ever listened to what the other person had to say, I was even a bitch sometimes and yes, I didn't care about how someone felt at times.
But, in my entire life, I'd never been called selfish and I'd never felt selfish either.
Today, I felt that way. I felt like I needed to call my own self selfish.
For the first time, I didn't feel happy for someone of my family. I felt devastated. I felt awful. I felt like something was being taken away from me when it wasn't even like that.
I felt jealous.
I'd never been jealous of anyone in my lifetime. I'd never been jealous of Aaliyah, out of all people.
Not because I was the daughter of the King and she wasn't, but because Aaliyah was like the sister I never had. She had been my confidant and my best friend for the longest time. She was the last person I wanted to feel jealous from. She was the last person I didn't want to be happy for.
She desrved to bw happy after all that she had gone through in her life. I wanted her to have the best. I wanted happy and secure and here she was, having both of these things in her life and here I was, not even able to feel happy for her.
Was I really selfish?
Did I not think about anyone but myself?
How could I focus on my misery when my own brother was going to be a father? How could I focus on my own grief when my best friend was going to be a mother?
How could I think that I deserved the same when my family was about to add a whole new generation?
I had not been able to think straight, hadn't been able to feel anything but useless and pathetic, hadn't been able to even feel good enough about anything or anyone.
