The Prince's Duchess { Illyria Series 1 } - COMPLETED

Chapter 48: The Truth about Laila-Part 1

"He is the eldest son in his family so he is the law back home." K.C whispered to me.

"I-I see. That was enlightening. Thank you Amir for explaining." I smiled at him, which took him by surprise but he relaxed after seeing I was genuine in my gratitude.

"It is nothing, my lady." he answered warmly before he became silent again.

The rest of the plane trip was rather uneventful but I look out the window and wondered about the last I had.

It was not about the girl but somehow it was somewhere rather unfamiliar but eye-catching.

I was floating in the air until I recognized the same mansion where she was held but somehow beside it; I saw three buildings and it was teeming with men dressed as workers as they loaded boxes upon boxes of products...

I was suddenly warped inside one of the warehouse and before my eyes were men who were well-armed as they stood guard here; my eyes went to the cases that were filled with clear plastic packs of white powdery substances.

I reached out inside one and my ghostly hands passed through it, much to my frustration...

Where is this place?

Then the dream ended there. It was the first one I had that made no sense at all.

Henry has had dreams and visions like these all his life? I don't know if I can keep this up. Because someone like usually gets too curious.

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The arrival at Danati airport was pleasant enough. I can feel that the atmosphere here is clearly more different than Illyria; the airport was as unique as the country. The whole place is domed shaped with the color of beige and eggshell; the walls and floors made of marble and red agates / dark green jade stones.

It was very pretty as I craned my neck above the ceiling which was an architectural marvel made of stained glass.

"This is certainly exotic. " I looked around in awe.

"Glad you have at least a measure of taste." came the familiar voice of Kassim.

I turned around to find him just a few inches from me. He was flanked by two beautiful stewardesses; from the disheveled way their hair was and the way they kept their cool.

I would say that these ladies were his partners as well than just providing comfort on his own private plane.

Not that I can blame them, He really is handsome even in his native garb. The Danati wear consists of a full-body dress called thobe as well as a headdress called a ghutra and black cord used to hold it together was an aghal.

But unlike the white thobe, I see some men at the airport wear. Kassim was wearing an additional black robe that was belted at the waist.

I answered him politely after the two stewardesses left us, giving the Danati prince slips of paper and a flirtatious wave. The papers must have their numbers I presume.

"I did like it. The architecture of the airport is very beautiful." I smiled sincerely.

"Well then, perhaps there is hope for you. Come." he walked towards a few men dressed in black uniforms similar to K.C and Amir.

I followed him at an acceptable distance. He may be Leone's cousin but his ever-changing attitude has already put me on my guard with him.

However, I noticed that the men in black that greeted us subtly formed a parallel line formation on each of our sides; K.C and Amir were pushed at the very back covering the tail as we walked out the airport.