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“If you need me to learn the language and the culture, I am willing to do so.” She was willing to learn all she needed but she was nervous about becoming a queen. That came with so much responsibility. It scared her but as long as Bassem was at her side, she could do anything.
“What if you come to live at the palace and serve my son in private?”
Blake’s eyes widened. “Like a concubine?” she asked.
“Yes.” The queen nodded. She was suggesting something so absurd but managed to still look and sound elegant.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t do that,” said Blake. “If he is willing to marry someone else, then I would have to let him go. I can’t be his concubine. I’m not with him for money, power or sex. I genuinely love him.”
The queen was silent for a moment. “Can you come with me?” she said to Blake as she rose to her feet.
“Where are we going?” Blake stood up.
“To see my son.”
“Okay.”
Blake and the queen headed out of Blake’s office. “If Michaela looks for me, tell her I’m out with Sheikh Sedarous’s mother,” she said to Tara.
“Okay.” Tara smiled and nodded.
***
The ride to Bassem’s office was pretty awkward for Blake. The queen asked her a lot of questions. It was clear that she was trying to get a feel for the kind of woman Blake was. At one point, she was on the phone speaking in Arabic.
They arrived at Bassem’s building moments later. They got into the elevator and headed to Bassem’s office. The sheikh was sitting at his desk looking at some paperwork. His eyes widened when he saw Blake and his mother walking into his office.
“What in the world?” He rose to his feet. “Why are the two of you together?”
“I wanted to see the woman that managed to get your heart,” said the queen. Bassem walked around his desk and kissed his mother on the cheek. Then he held Blake by her waist and pressed a small gentle kiss against her lips.
“I see,” Bassem replied. The queen walked over to the sofas in his office and sat down. “Did she yell at you?” Bassem whispered in Blake’s ear.
“No,” Blake replied. “But you are willing to give up the throne for me?” she whispered.
“She told you that?”
“Yes. Why would you do that? I never asked you to do that.”
“Stop whispering and come over here,” said the queen. Blake looked at Bassem and mouthed this conversation is not over. She wanted to marry Bassem but not like that. She didn’t want him to give up anything to be with her.
They both went to join his mother at the sofas.
“I spoke to your father a few minutes ago,” said the queen.
“About what?” Bassem asked.
“About this situation.”
“And what did he say?”
The queen sighed heavily. “We looked into Blake. She has a clean record. She’s never done any questionable acts. She won’t bring shame to our family,” she said.
“What are you saying to me right now?” Bassem asked.
“If you give up the throne, it means that Basil will be the king. Your father doesn’t want that. Your brother is too immature and knows nothing about running a country.”
“He can learn.”
