The Royal Banquet
"What are you doing here, Kamal?" The Queen Mother asked, as her face closed up, all traces of shock gone.
"Now, that is cold, Grandma. I was expecting a warm welcome; I guess I was expecting too much," He said with a cold smile before turning to face Maryam.
Maryam moved back from him as their gaze collided. His eyes were creepy, and there was something completely inhumane about them that gave her a chill.
"Hello, sister," he smiled a robotic smile at Maryam and placed his hand on her left arm; without thinking, Maryam slapped his hand away, feeling the coldness that emanated from him.
"Don't ever lay your filthy hand on me again, and I am not your sister," Maryam said through gritted teeth, and Kamal's face tightened up; it was like his face completely transformed.