The Prince's Heart.

CHAPTER 11

Anan.

A week and a half fly by fast as the wind. I fell into a routine here , I don't have a life here in Riyadh. So the only thing I do is hang out with Razan, Latifa and Munira.

In the past week, I've realized something about myself.

I'm pathetic. So pathetic.

Truly pathetic.

I'm still in hiding. Ever since Queen Ameera's dinner. I've been afraid to go close to the Royal wing. I made sure I wasn't going to be sent upstairs or anything, and focused on the fact that my main job was to cook not to clean or assist.

It was mid-April and Ramadan was almost approaching. Ramadan was always the busiest time of the year at the Palace. And my worst, don't take it the wrong way. I do love Ramadan, a lot. The fact that Allah is giving us a chance to perfect ourselves is beyond beautiful. But we were always so busy, we cooked only twice a day. But we cooked a lot of food at the same time for Suhoor and Iftar.

Much to my annoyance I had an encounter with the Crown Prince when I was going upstairs to visit Queen Ameera, I met him at the staircase and he kept on glaring at me. I couldn't handle him being there obviously so instead of visiting her as I planned I ran back downstairs.

I'm such a coward.

There are certain things a person can take in life and everyone has a line.

And I'm done taking the Crown Prince's mean words and him being a bully to me. He's no greater than me in my eyes and he has no right to act like he's above me.

Even though he is.

Munira hinted on him acting this way because this is his way of dealing with our issues. He has many, Munira tells me. As if she needed to. I would have to be mentally unstable not to notice he has many issues. But that's not an excuse to be an asshole to everyone around him. We build our own path. And no one is responsible if it goes wrong. We're our own persons and if it goes wrong then it's our job to fix it. The thing that ticks me off the most is the fact that he maybe like that to me because he thinks I'm lesser.

I'm lying on my bed when Razan comes inside my room. Today was Monday which meant, my day of. I was escalated actually, I finally had some alone time to myself.

Razan sits on my bed and I glance at her. She was beaming happily staring at me, she looked so happy. "What's up"I ask her sitting upright.

"Nothing, Princess Muna gifted me a dress that I could wear for my birthday dinner with Ibrahim"she squeals.

Razan was a maid here and she was a maid for Princess Muna, who was very nice might I add. She was also generous, I think she found out that Razan's birthday was this week, and decided to give her something. I smiled back at Razan.

She was sincerely happy. I wish I was like her, I wish it was possible for stuff like dresses and jewelry to make me happy, but it didn't. It never could.

Staring at her I couldn't help but think if I was like her. I had always wanted a personality like Razan's. She was always so happy and bubbly, and she always seemed to have the best luck in life. I was envious, sometimes, it felt like half of me was missing.

I wasn't the girl I used to be.

"Ana"Razan snapped her fingers in front of me snapping me out of my thoughts. I blinked a few times then settled my gaze on her light brown eyes. "I thought you were better than this"

I was lost.

"Are you seriously letting the Crown Prince walk on you like that"she tells me, she looks ticked. I furrow my eyebrows and simple stare at her, I didn't even know what to say.

"Just because he's the boss and the Crown Prince doesn't mean he can act like that to you or any person for that matter"

Razan was the only person who knew everything that happened between I and the Crown Prince. I mean everything, sure Latifa and Munira knew some stuff but not everything. He was still their brother so I couldn't really tell them all the bad things he does to me.

"Talk back to him if he does anything to you again"she demands. "What's the worst thing he can do?, fire you. It's not you like it here anyways"

"Anything, just don't let him treat you like shit, he's not worthy of your thoughts"

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I decided that I would take Razan's advice.

There was no way, I would allow him to treat me like shit.

I was human too. I had feelings.

And they got hurt.

I was on my way to the garden which was the only place in the whole Palace which workers and Royals were allowed to visit. Though they were some restricted sections, that we couldn't go to.

I settled on the bench and close my eyes, breathing in the fresh air. This was what I loved the most here, the garden. It was beyond amazing, at least the parts we were allowed to be at was. The only place I truly loved here, the garden. I loved it so much.

The sound of footsteps gets my body tense but I still keep my eyes clutched. Whoever that person was he wasn't going to ruin my peace of quietness.

"Do you have to be everywhere I am" I hear the Crown Prince grumble at my back.

I don't look at him, I don't even acknowledge him at first. I was instead looking for the easiest way to run until I remember Razan's words, don't let him treat you like shit.

I stood up and stare at him.

Don't look at how handsome he is, focus Anan.

"You know what, Your Majesty"I decide on saying after a few quiet moments between us. "It's funny how you think you can bring me down with your mean words"

There's a silence on his part now. I don't move, don't even care what he does or if he just ignores me. A part of me hopes he would just turn around and go back and leave me alone, but I guess his ego is to huge for that.

"Are you fuckin' out of your mind"

A chuckle bubbles out of me all of a sudden, although this situation is anything but funny. "Why? Because I'm telling you the truth about yourself"

He's silent for a few minutes again. I rest my hands on my stomach and lower my gaze.

"Well I'd ask you what you mean with that, but that would mean I cared, which I don't. So....."he trails off, not finishing, but he still doesn't move to go inside and leave me alone.

Its his house and garden, I know. But I came here first.

"Why do you hate me"I don't know why I said that. My voice is shaking and it comes out small and quiet and I actually hope he didn't hear. It was a moment of vulnerability for me , I guess.

"Hm"He mummers and I hear him moving closer. My body involuntary tightens up in fear, my muscle gets tense and my sense perk up, trying to read what his next move will be.

I shake my head, fighting the tears back. I'm not going to cry, not in front of him, anyway. He doesn't deserve to see me at my weakest.

He doesn't deserve to see me in anyway.

He suddenly steps in front of me. He's so close to me that I could smell him . It was so hard to concentrate when I could smell him, that musky smell coming from his body.

"The thing with you is that"he whispers. "Your too good, thats your thing, and I don't need to have a reason to hate you. You annoy the fuck out of me, let that be your reason. Now fix that first"