Chapter Twelve

“Ali?” Said the queen, her gaze never faltering from where it was set. On Ziza.

“Yes, your Majesty.” A servant hurried to stand beside Ziza.

“I understand that Prince Rafiq arrived home about an hour ago?” She asked.

“Yes, my Queen.”

“Summon him to me. Tell him it is an urgent matter, please.”

“Yes, your Majesty.” The tall man scurried off to do what they sent him to.

Meanwhile, the queen stood before Ziza. The girl had to remind herself to breathe more than once.

“Rise my child. Let me look at you.” She held out her hands for her to take. Ziza accepted the offer and stood to her feet with her help.

They were almost the same height, only Ziza was shorter by a few inches. Gentle as ever, Queen Jameela placed her soft hand beneath her chin, softly lifted Ziza’s face so that their gazes met and held. Though Ziza felt the overwhelming urge to stare at their feet and burst into sudden tears. She didn’t understand why she suddenly felt so emotional.