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Chapter thirty

Chapter thirty

Who will be queen

Saif

I stared at the esteemed Emir of Maicki, reduced to nothing but a scared little rat. He's afraid of the dark. He's afraid of everything! He would scream when he sees a needle and faints when someone holds a gun..

Tears gathered at the back of my lids as an insurmountable pain squeezed my heart.

Someone is hoping to turn me into this?

I must admit that whoever is manipulating this throne and the people around it, have very powerful mental torture mechanisms. I've suffered from one as well. Memory loss..going berserk and blanking out..

It's just that, it didn't change me and now it's like it totally vanished.

Tahir isn't as lucky as me. I can't say I'm stronger than he is. I can just say that I did not experience this darkness that he did. Isn't it because I haven't stepped on that cursed throne yet?

No..I was protected by Allahu.

Suddenly, Tahir grabbed me and he looked into my eyes with fearful red ones of his own. With a childish and ominous air, he said to me "whatever you do..avoid my seat Alkali..it truly is cursed!"

It's the first warning Tahir had given me directly and without hesitation and I was alarmed.

I wanted to soothe him and tell him that everything will be fine but..

I will be lying pitiably.

When I was ill, Tahir was reduced to this. He can no longer care for himself, let alone an entire country..

He's been rendered as useless as they need him to be. Only..they are aiming to end him in the most shameful ways..casting a black paint over the Badree clan.

Who knows, should this get out, it might be impossible for the Badree to produce another Emir. In Maicki, mental genetic diseases are frowned upon and any family with a history will be exempted from becoming emir. Even if it isn't genetic, someone will make it seem like it and the family will be tainted!

I promised to help Tahir..but I wasn't able to. I can't help his clan..but I will protect his family.

I left the palace feeling down. Tahir's time is finally up. I don't believe he would make it through the week just as the doctors say. Even though he trusts only me, I can't be by his side in his final moments. The throne is a lonely place. You sit alone and you die alone on top of it.

If I dared to stay behind and he dies in my presence..I don't doubt it would be endless trouble for me. I wish to avoid this throne but I will not tarnish my family name in doing so. That would be too selfish.

So I quietly went home. I met with Amal going over some papers with Mommy Haseeyah. She looks tired and pale. I worried that she caught a cold or that the stress was getting to her. So I cut in their meeting with a "hi ladies"

Mommy Haseeyah frowned disapprovingly. "Mrithi, are you this forgetful or are you merely trying to test my patience?" Her tone was soft but harsh at the same time and this is because she is afraid of disrespecting me too much. "You know it very well that tradition..."

I raised my hand with an even deeper frown to halt her rant. "Mommy Haseeyah goodnight" I muttered coldly.

She stared at Amal, hoping she would cut in but Amal dropped the pen in her hand and walked to stand by my side with a frown of her own. "I'll call you come morning" she stated calmly.

Frustrated, Mommy Haseyah glared at her. But Amal stood her ground and there was nothing she could do but give up and leave.

"Fine! I'll go. If you get summoned tomorrow, it will be your own problem" she hissed angrily before leaving.