BORNO EMIRATE COUNCIL.

Suhayr was sent to another wing by car with Sa'eed but she didn't say a thing to him neither did he initiate any conversation letting her wrap her head around the fact that she is going to get married again. Even though the first marriage gave her the satisfaction of knowing she is not maybe married, but now that everyone is pushing their heads in the matter she is not too sure. She will really by tied to this egoistical man, no turning back.

This time around with more than hundred breathing species.

She is not even curious about her surroundings anymore but just let the driver drive further into the castle. They stopped in front of a gigantic ivory gates with golden intricate surrounding the ends of it, it looks mature and powerful too. There are guards standing by the side waiting for their car to arrive and as soon as it did, they opened the gates for them to get through. The inside is also breathtaking but she has her mind set somewhere.

"Get inside and be ready. My family are going to come over to yours, inform your Aunt about it." Was what Sa'eed said before gesturing that she leaves the car which she did without a word making him wonder if she has hit her head somewhere.

She made her way into the place that looks like another house on it's own. It is painted alabaster white and shadow grey, eye-catching and also mysterious. It is a two storey building, maids scattered around moving from one way or the other while the guards stood by the doors guiding it with vigilant eyes. The grasses sat by both sides of where she stood on the interlocked driveway like place, then the flowers lacing themselves to the walls.

She sighed and made her way to the only door she could see apart from the other cream gate by the far end. She is not going there since Sa'eed dropped her close to the door, it means she should follow the door, she is not dumb. The maids and guards all bow down and greet her with 'your Highness' making her jump on her feet in surprise but she stuttered a 'good day' out at each set not trying to hide how astounded she was at that fact that they are showing so much respect to her the very day she set her feet in the castle.

Do they know about the marriage too?

Well, she heard that news roar around fast in the castles so she won't be surprised if they knew. She brushed that off and let the guards open the brunette oak door for her, she muttered a small thanks to them then ambled inside with a tiny gasp that could pass as a breath. She can't believe her mother's best friend and her daughters are going to live there only because she brought them with as her family. She felt proud of what she did for once, she did something good.

The paint is same as the one outside excluding the shadow grey which would've made it look too manly and less homey. Inside is painted alabaster and corn. The corn wasn't painted but it's one those unique wallpapers that define royalty. Even the wallpapers are enclosed in square shaped p.o.p around it, one of them have a daisy clock that has the shape of a rose. The other two are empty of anything but it still manage to look stylish to her eyes. Just the way they shone in the light and how they brighten up the room is soothing to tensed muscles.

As soon as she stepped inside the place, she was greeted by this smell of sandalwood and she is sure Aunt Urshia is the one who burnt it, that is her scent. The woman has ton of incense burner and so does Suhayr, they all love it a lot and manage to pack as much as they could from Chad knowing they are going to spend a lot of time. Well, her aunt thought they are going to live forever there, oh well. She might deal with that later if ever she gets what she wants, it is never too late.

What they don't know won't hurt them.

The set of flaxen the Eames sofas are around the large living room, taking up half the place. A gigantic television which she's never seen, a curved one is sat in front of the three sitter while the other two sitters are by it's left side leaving the two sitter by the right side of the television.

There is also this television stand that has do much drawers and show glass where some decoration are placed stylishly. By each end of the TV stand, there is a speaker which looks to be waiting for a button to be pressed and it will boom the whole castle, that large. She should really try turning that on and dance, she's missed dancing a lot.

By the far end where you can clearly see from the door, there is a dining table there. Matching couches are there but are tufted with golden buttons while the edges are silver. The table itself is stone like flaxen colour which Suhayr would never think will exist but here it is in front of her naked. A small silver bowl is placed on it, some fruits like grapes, apples and oranges are inside, her mouth watered at the sight. She's always loved fruits with so much passion, her absolute weakness.

She took an apple and started munching on it only noticing how hungry she is after tasting the juicy goody.

Underneath her feet is soft corn Ziegler Mahal carpet, stripes of silver fur peeking here and there. A center table is also in the middle of it where a tissue case, golden royal sort of one is positioned on it. Even though the room doesn't scream too much of wealth, it certainly screams royalty with the way everything is carved in those colours of theirs which she came to know of. The blue, green, yellow and red all around in some beautiful traditional curves and patterns that will make a henna artist jealous.

There are three doors from where she is standing so she sat herself down on one of the soft sofas after removing her shoes letting her soar muscles to soften. She sighed loudly knowing she was asked to get ready but has Suhayr Imraan Khalid ever obeyed a simple instruction? No, and this will not be first. She heard a door creaking open then her Aunt's soft footsteps. She knows it's her Aunt 'cause both Thuraiya and Tasneem won't walk so calmly.

Her eyes stared at the center bowl chandelier illuminating bright orange hue around the room. Orange and corn mixed with flaxen and silver makes the perfect combination, no doubt.

"Dear, you need to get dressed since they will be here any moment." She placed a soft hand on her shoulder, Suhayr almost asked for a massage but brushed it off and stood up. This is not time to act all bratty, and this woman is not her mother.

She would've gave her that massage if she's asked though.

Urshia looked like she is already dressed in one of those dresses she loves wearing to an expensive wedding in Chad. Basil green linen and lace patchwork cape dress with plain long sleeves. Her head is enclosed in sable black khimar closing it to her chest, she looks beautiful like always. It is no wonder Tasneem and Thuraiya are beautiful, their mother got the genes. A small petite body that would pass up as their elder sister.

"I hope I have something presentable for this occasion, I hate doing this." She groaned as if in pain, manufacturing a roll of eyes from Urshia, she knows her dramatics well enough.

"You brought this upon yourself so suck it up and act like the dot daughter in-law you will be. Besides, Sa'eed a such a hulk, no regrets watching him all day." Urshia played with her brows eliciting a grimace from Suhayr.

Just how yucky does that sound coming from an older woman as old as her mother. Granted, Sa'eed will always have that effect on women, she was there once upon a time but got out of it in a snap. The man is too arrogant which result to her completely despising him with evey fibre of her being, she hates the mere sound of his name. The fact that his name sounds perfect is enough to make her go gaga or even cuckoo, he is too perfect for her liking. She will find a flaw and make sure to use it to her advantage.

"Don't talk about any man like this or I gag for no reason. Wait, I haven't eaten in like forever." She moaned at the sound of food coming from her lips, closing her eyes and licking her lips for emphasis.

"I will cook for you after the guest leave and after making sure you behave well the whole time they are here. I've already brought out something for you to wear, off you go." Urshia pushed her into the first door by there right.

"Where are the girls?" Her pout still intact as she ask the question surveying the room she is standing in.

It has a parmesan theme colour right from the curtains on two walls to the queen sized canopied bed seasoned with same coloured silky bedsheets. The side drawers are all short then the vanity table and sliding wardrobe that stood just beside a window. There is one door by her right concluding it to be the bathroom then the chaise in front of the bed. Small furry rugs are on either side of the bed, like it was encasing it.

"In there rooms also getting ready since everyone is needed when they arrive. Get dressed, I will be back soon." Urshia explained then closed the door gently to give her the privacy to get dressed.

A granola coloured blocked ankle length dress made from rich chiffon, a plain v-neckline, a short regular sleeves, fitted waistline and a shiny back zipper. That is the only presentable dress she has in her whole closet that will look a little tidy and attractive to see the royal family with. A fawn veil is just beside it then her loafers since prom, she totally forgot about it till then and surprisingly, it matched her outfit whole. The veil is definitely not her own, maybe one of the girl's.

She got dressed into it and removed her hair from it's high ponytail to a much lower one. The veil is quickly wrapped in a muffler hijab style how Indonesians do it, she likes their style much more than her homes. Feeling a bit presentable, she made a move to leave the room just before the door barged open and Thruaiya along with Tasneem rolled inside looking like they are the royals themselves. They have their noses in air, it's a funny sight really.

Thuraiya is wearing her famous blush pink crew neckline fitted maxi dress with regular long sleeves then tied her veil securely in that Saudi Arabian style while Tasneem on the other hand is featuring black and white cotton bow wrap stripped maxi dress, stand collar and regular short sleeves. Instead of going with the same style as her younger sister for the veil, she did the Syrian's she is obsessed with.

It always looks good on the girl, always.

"I never knew I would see Susu looking so presentable in my entire life. See the way she wrapped the veil so neatly, who blackmailed you?" Thuraiya laughed loudly when Suhayr scowled knowing she's totally got her there

"No one blackmailed me. I just feel like looking good in front of those influential people, nothing more." She shrugged innocently but the look they are giving her said they'd never believe her if she says that for the whole day.

"You wanting to get dressed because of some influential people? We hear. By the way, you look so pretty dressed up like this. They will be here any second." And a doorbell rang, the sound enough making them sigh because it is so peaceful.

"I'll get it, be ready girls." Urshia hollered from outside the room then they heard her footsteps moving to the door.

Shortly after that, they heard pleasantries exchanged in between the people that walk into the Chamber. All they could hear is strong men's voice booming across the walls, the power oozing from the words they are exchanging which they can't even hear. It also sounds like Urshia is handling them pretty well by herself, she's always been good managing conversations.

"Girls, bring her out here." They heard her gentle voice call from the door then retreating footsteps.

"What is it we are supposed to do?" Tasneem look weirdly around the other girls looking for a clue. She knew something should be done but don't know what!

"Maybe put her in the middle and hold her shoulders like those Indians?" Thuraiya guessed, her eyes also looking searchingly around them. That is the best they could come up with.

"This is cliché but I think it will do. No holding of shoulders, you know I don't like physical touches." Suhayr warned then stood in between the girls with a sigh, this is getting more and more annoying.

They sauntered leisurely out of the room to the living room, their eyes down casted but they could feel the eyes on them but also the power looming around the once homey chamber. The scent of sandalwood got mixed with expensive smell of wealthy aristocratic colognes wafting from each person. They didn't stop until they are sitting on the carpeted floor just before the center table that is separating the royalties and them.

All their legs are clasped with shoes, is that how royalties are? Not removing their shoes all the time? Does that include the mosque too? Nah, she don't think so. They are all either wearing Kenneth Cole or Reebok, such expensive shoes that will definitely by her a motorcycle or even a home to live comfortably in.

"Why the heck are we sitting on the floor?" Suhayr whispered yelled at the girls as she irritatingly sat down of the floor, albeit reluctant.

"That is way to show respect, bitch. Now sit tight let me look around and take note." Tasneem whispered back, Suhayr knows what take note means.

She will look around the room and count every man's greying hair then they will later talk about it and laugh or make fun of. She will also see who is the most handsome, the most sophisticated and all that, Suhayr would like all the information.

"I can see twenty boxes of Fendi and Dior, they are all huge and glittering." Thuraiya whispered to Suhayr who isn't allowed to raise her head up and look around.

The day is just starting!

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Sweetcheeks!
How are you doing all? A late update huh? Sorry about that but what do you think about it whole but I was really busy anywayssss, who likes The royalties already? Fendi and Dior? Tell me you favorite brand...
And please, I don't know everything about Kanuri traditions so criticise nicely...

Q: Would you rather have long hair or long lashes? I want both💀

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