Exiled Princess Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete
He looked back at her, squeezed her tightly, and said, “Let me laugh, and don’t stop me.”
She stopped laughing and said, “Okay, okay, Akhie, tell me what’s bothering you.”
He hesitated before replying, “Ukhtie, Abbi said I’ll start training with him tomorrow so I can learn how to manage the kingdom.”
"Okay, so what’s the problem? Don’t you want to do it?" she asked curiously.
"I told him I don’t want to be king after him, but he won’t listen," he said coldly.
She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “If I ask you, Akhie, if you don’t take over the Saudi throne, what will you do? You’re the only prince among our people.”
He opened his mouth in surprise before saying, “I told him I want to start a petroleum company. Don’t forget I studied business. But he insists on giving me something I can’t handle. I can’t lead people; it’s not who I am.”
The young girl chuckled and said, “You really can’t, huh? But with your charm, you’ll make a fine Malik. Even Tesnim wouldn’t dare try to charm you.”
He laughed softly and was about to respond when she stood and offered her hand. "Let’s go talk to Abbi together," she said confidently.
He hesitated for a moment before smiling and taking her hand. As he stood, stretching, a metallic clinking sound echoed from the entrance.
Both turned toward the sound. While he started walking cautiously in that direction, she stopped him, saying, “Where else will you forget your cloak?”
She grabbed the cloak from the table and walked toward him. “Come on,” she said.
He nodded, draped the cloak over his shoulders, and followed her. They left together, accompanied by one of the guards, and headed toward the palace grounds.
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Underneath a large tree behind the kingdom, away from prying eyes, a man knelt on the ground. Bowing his head low, he said, “Greetings, my leader.”
A figure sat beneath the tree, shrouded in black, with only his piercing eyes visible through the folds of his cloak. His voice was sharp and laced with anger as he asked, “What are you doing here?”
Without raising his head, the man replied, “My leader, I overheard Amir saying he’ll join the palace alongside Malik tomorrow.”
The cloaked figure interrupted him harshly. “If he’s alive, he’ll enter the palace.”
"Yes, my leader," the man replied, his voice trembling.
"Tomorrow, I want to hear of Amir’s death," the leader commanded. “If not, Meli, you will die in his place.”
Meli’s voice was soft as he promised, “God willing, my leader, there will be no problems. Everything is prepared; we’re just waiting for the right moment.”
The cloaked figure nodded and said, “Good. I expect good news, Meli. Fulfill your promise, and you will be rewarded.”
"Thank you, my leader. May God prolong your life and protect you from all harm," Meli said, his tone filled with reverence.
The leader extended a hand, motioning him to rise. “Enough. Get back to your work.”
Meli bowed deeply, whispered his thanks again, and left.
Once alone, the cloaked figure chuckled darkly to himself. "Be patient, my brother. The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia will return to me, even if I have to kill Malik himself." His laugh echoed ominously before he disappeared into the shadows.
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8:00 PM – A Grand Dining Hall
The spacious dining room glowed under soft lights, featuring a grand table set for twelve. The pristine white chairs contrasted elegantly with the vibrant dishes of food and fruit that adorned the table.
Six people sat at the table: four women and two men. At the center sat Malik, an older man with striking hazel eyes, the same as Amir Nawfel’s. On his right sat Rianna and Malikat Inas, who bore a striking resemblance to Rianna.
On Malik’s left sat Geffen and Amir Nawfel, beside Tesnim. Malikat Al’Umu, seated nearby, shared faint similarities with Amir Nawfel, though not strikingly so.
Malik lifted his head slowly, his gaze settling on Amir Nawfel, who had his head lowered, eating mechanically. It was clear from his demeanor that he wasn’t eating out of enjoyment, but rather out of obligation.
