The Voice of Azzam

me it limousine , g-wagon.....rowed in perfect formation. The scent

sweep of the palace gates,

he world hesitated - like the

nd cut in the quiet precision of a prince who carried both grace and command. His skin hel

. Even his silence spoke of a po

s flashed

ate king died 10 years ago along side his mother -the late queen . kamil ha

th as he stepped out beside

justing his blazer. "Half

behave," he murmured, walking ahead, the

d open as if summoned by his presence. Ever

his breath as they entered.

e this. Do I salute

t don't trip over the carpet.

ow, clean sound that somehow ma

ked like a dream d

f a chandelier that looked big enough to light a city. Sof

arranging gold tra

eyes warm as she watched the entrance. Beside her stood Princess Mirian( her first daughter for her first late

second daughter for the king) barely able to stand still. Her whi

hispered. "He promised

ld answer, the guar

ness, Crown Pri

doors ope

ing on the fine silver threadi

aya squealed, broke free, and sprinted across the floor.

is time - and knelt slightly ju

oth and warm. "You'll ruin my roya

he scolded, tiny fis

r nose lightly. "You'd have sounded too excited on

son." He bowed before letting her embrace

t its heart back,"

he kissed his cheek lightly, her perfume rich and expensive. "Welcome ho

his shoulder before she stepped

ing silver robe, a trail of maids behind her, their heads bowed. Her jewels caught the light like ti

said, her voice deep and com

urn, Grandmother." Her eyes softened, though her lips

ord Bashi - Samitra's younger

fresh from a c

shed metal. "Azzam is brighter with your return." "

iding the sharpness beneath.Behind Kamil, Lia

" Abel

to hide their laughter. Kamil exhaled, amused. "They're my friends," he said

ace - all its gold, its glory,

, the crown prince