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Basil saw Saja's face change. She was really angry. He felt a little warmth inside, victory flowed through his veins. He carried on eating his dinner. Saja walked off and went to her bedroom slamming the door behind her. Basil shook his head. That was going to be the last time she gave him her back.
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Saja was relieved to have breakfast alone the next morning but she knew that there was going to be fireworks the next time she met with Basil. She decided to enjoy her breakfast in peace. Lucky for her, she had her laptop. If she did not, she would have gone crazy. Speaking with her mother and her best friend kept her sane.
Basil rode out into the desert with Badir. They were accompanied by a few guards. He had matters to attend to and needed distance from Saja. Even though they had only been acquainted for three days, it felt like three months. She was a lot to take in.
“How is your prisoner?” Badir asked him jokingly.
“She has to be tamed. I cannot believe her attitude. How was she raised?” Basil replied.
“So, send her back to London.”
“After how she has disrespected me, there is no way she is retuning without learning her lesson.”
Badir laughed. That was the friend he knew. Basil always had to have the last word. Things had to go his way. He did not tolerate any disrespect. They arrived at the destination. They were meeting with the sheiks in the region. They all bowed their heads to the Prince. As he was greeting them, his gaze caught a familiar face. It was Sheik El-Tamar. He grunted when he saw him. The Sheik came to greet him.
“I trust that you are well,” El-Tamar said to the Prince with a smile.
“I am well,” he replied.
The sheiks all sat inside a tent. There was peace in that region because of a treaty the Prince had put in place. The treaty needed to be renewed. El-Tamar was running low on funds and land. The only thing he could offer him was Saja. Basil had accepted because his family had been pressing him to marry. The whole idea of marriage was rather insignificant to him. El-Tamar had been good to him over the years, so he did not mind marrying his daughter. However, things were not going as smoothly as he had hoped. Saja was not full Arabic. Royals usually married women with a full Arabic background. He was going to overlook it, but she had no manners nor did she dress appropriately.
During the meeting, Basil could not help but look at El-Tamar. Saja did not resemble him much. She had rounder and softer brown eyes. El-Tamar had dark eyes. There was an uncomfortable mystery hidden in them. He had a longer and sharper nose. Saja had a smaller but rounder nose. Her lips were fuller. They were not too thick or too thin. Basil shook the thoughts away. It was not the time to be thinking about that vile woman.
After the discussions for the treaty were put in place, the meeting was adjourned. El-Tamar quickly approached Prince Al-Qadir in private. He was pleased that El-Tamar had come to him because he too wanted to have a word with him.
“Have you found a suitable position for her?” El-Tamar asked.
“Why did you not fully inform me about her?” Basil asked ignoring El-Tamar’s question.
“What do you mean?”
“Her attitude, her mixed blood, she is not traditional. She does not meet my requirements.”
El-Tamar laughed nervously. “As I said before, sell her or make her a servant if she is unsuitable as a wife to you.” Basil narrowed his gaze at the man.
“She is your daughter, how can you allow me to sell her?” he asked.
“Sheik Al-Qadir, I slept with a foreign woman twenty-four years ago whilst I was married. I regret being unfaithful to my wife. However, I can turn that misfortune into something that will benefit my family. Is that so bad?”
“Yes. It is appalling. She is ill-mannered but nevertheless she is still your flesh.” Basil was feeling unsettled. Thi
s man was showing him a side that he had not met before. Basil did not like it. El-Tamar was about to say something when he dismissed him with his hand and walked away. He could not take part in that conversation any longer. How can a father call his daughter a misfortune? The Prince was disgusted. Part of him felt sorry for Saja. Maybe that was the reason for her acting the way she did?
Chapter 7
Saja's stomach sunk and her face dropped when she saw Basil walking into her quarters. He had such arrogance and authority in his step. Mona had told her he was coming to join her for dinner and she had not been looking forward to it. The last time they had seen each other, he had accused her of being promiscuous.
“Hello, Saja,” Basil said as he sat down. He noticed that she was wearing a long dress with short sleeves.
“Hi,” Saja said. The least she could do was be civil. Maybe if she were, then he would let her go home. She joined him at the table. Mona and Amber were serving them their dinner. They shot each other looks. They were expecting something to happen. Basil and Saja were like oil and water, they did not mix.
“You are wearing a dress,” Basil said right before he took a sip from his glass.
“I have nothing else to wear. One morning I woke up and my clothes had mysteriously disappeared,” Saja replied.
“Loose fitting clothes flatter you more.”
