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Sometimes Alizeh did not know her own strength.
It was nearly two o’clock in the morning, but Kamran did not hope for sleep. He dared not close his eyes. He feared what he might see if he slept; what nightmares might plague him in the night.
The housekeeper lifted her hand as if to slap the girl. “Of all the days to be clumsy and brainless. I should have you whipped fo–” “Put down your hand.” Mrs. Amina froze, blinking at the unexpected sound of his voice. The housekeeper’s hand fell with theatrical slow motion as she turned, confusion sharpening in her eyes, in the language of her body. “I – I beg your pardon, sire –” “Step away from the girl.” The prince’s voice was low and murderous, his eyes flashing a shade of black so fathomless it terrified even Alizeh to look at him.
“I beg your pardon,” he whispered in her ear. “But do you intend to sit on me in perpetuity?”
“If I tell you something,” Alizeh whispered, her hand curling unconsciously around his forearm. “Will you promise not to tease me?” “Absolutely not.” She made a sound in her throat, something mournful. “Very well.” He sighed. “Go on.” “I’m a bit afraid of the dark.” It was a moment before he said, “I beg your pardon?”
“I am an extremely generous person. Have you already forgotten how long I allowed you to sit on me?”
“You have consumed my thoughts since the moment I met you,” he said to her. “I feel now, in your presence, entirely strange. I think I might fetch you the moon if only to spare your tears again.”
“My name,” she said, “is Alizeh. I am Alizeh of Saam, the daughter of Siavosh and Kiana. Though you may know me better as the lost queen of Arya.”
“I’m not upset,” she said, trying to steady herself. “You need not worry on that account. We were both of us out of our heads.” “You misunderstand me,” he said with feeling. “I did nothing I didn’t want to do. I want nothing more than to do it again.”
