The next morning, Nur wakes up due to a call from Cora.

As she lets her words pass through her ears, she realises she hasn't really told her about the marriage. Yes, she talked to her but that she is married? No, but even if she tells her, would she compensate her some leaves?

Nur shuts her phone off and gets up to get ready. While she ties her hair in a low ponytail, she remembers Daniel's words from last night and her heart sinks down in her chest.

'I can't sit with a terrorist. Come on man, knock some sense in yourself. You are a billionaire, you could have anyone.'

She shakes her head and after wearing her sweat shirt with her skirt, she runs downstairs.

As she climbs down the stairs, she checks her watch for time thinking whether Dylan left or not. Diverted attention makes her crash against something hard. 'Dylan, hey ... phew!' Dylan cocks his eyebrow as he looks down at her.

'Why are you in such a hurry?' He takes her hand and leads her to the kitchen—no, to the dining table—not that either. Where is he taking me?  He passes through the living room, goes upstairs and through the library, he lifts up a curtain that takes Nur's breath away.

It is a balcony that overlooks the whole city. In the centre, a round table is set for breakfast. The table is clothed faint yellow and two plates are set. In the middle, is a vase filled with fresh roses.

'You ...' Nur is out of words. She did not know this place existed ever before but now that she knows, she is stunned with the beauty of the The Blue Prince street before her. To her, it feels as if she can see the whole world by just standing here.

'How is it?' Dylan comes from behind her and takes her hand.

'Beautiful. Why didn't you tell me about this before?'

'Before, if I had to ask you to come here, you would've killed me with your one stare.'

'Do I have that deathly stare?' Nur sits as Dylan pulls the chair behind.

'Well, every wife has a deathly stare.' Dylan sits in front.

Nur picks up a grain of from a bunch of grapes in a bowl along with the apples and bananas, and throws it at Dylan's face. He catches easily and eats right away. 'It has been only one day of our wedding and you are already making fun of your wife.'

'Oh,' Dylan looks up from pouring the juice, 'didn't you know? I thought I was telling a truth.'

'What is up with you?' Nur sits back frustratingly while Dylan smiles and shakes his head. He places the glass of juice in front of her and lifts off the plate placed upside down on the previous one. On the plate, fried poached eggs, grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms, fried bread and beans.  'Did you make this?'

'Look at me and ask the same the question.' Dylan retorts.

Nur chuckles. 'I thought maybe you learned cooking overnight.'

'I would if you want me to.' He shrugs as he begins eating. Nur, as she is eating, stops in the middle with her folk still hanging in the air. She ponders over and places the fork down. 'What happened? Is it not good?'

'No,' Nur says as she thinks about what Danial said to her last night. 'It's just, I wonder why did you marry me?' Dylan stops chewing. 'Like, you could've any other girl. You are handsome, rich and amazing—everything a girl could ever want. Then ...' she pauses, looks up at his eyes and says, 'why me?'

For once, the breeze seems to stop flowing.

The yellow does not seem so bright as among the city noise, silence lays over. Until Dylan continues chewing, swallows and says, 'Why not you? I liked you since the beginning.'

'But I am a Muslim and—'

'—you think this low of me?'

'No, I didn't mean that. You know I didn't but, I just ... I don't know ...   I-' she takes a deep breath and said so quickly that even she herself didn't get it, 'Ijustwanttoknowthatyoudidnotmakeamistakemarryingme.'

'Why would you say that? No, of course not. Why are you thinking like this? Did something happen?'

'No, just ... you know what? Leave it.'

'You sure?'

Nur nods and to her surprise, Dylan does leave the topic and switches to the weather. While she looks at the people beneath her, a horrifying thought occurs that Dylan did not tell her everything.

And maybe, just maybe, Danial could be right.

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I have had this chapter written for almost two months and I did not even know!

Damn, I need to start eating almonds more.

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