The princess was quite a daring girl, I must say. It appeared that she would say anything to anyone at any time—especially, I suppose, when interacting with someone who displayed a hint of shyness and nervousness when in the presence of a stunning lady.
"Your brother gave me a deal." I tried to evade the conversation, not sure if she would interact or assume the latter. Suddenly a random thought came to me in relation to Amir, as in, would he appreciate me telling his sister that he was giving me a working deal? However, I had already forgotten everything; I was not even in my right mind when I said those words.
"What kind of job?" The princess asked, and she suddenly looked quite serious and very yearning to know about it.
"I am not sure; it is about pianists." I replied. I wanted to lie; it took me everything to try lying, but I couldn't. With the way she looked at me, from a little angle, I was of course taller than her; maybe that's what makes me actually sometimes nervous around her. There was something about short girls; they just seemed cute, you know. Seeing them from my angle, they seemed fragile and just beautiful. I would lie if someone said they were my type, but yes, they were.
"Okay," she added, and then she smiled at me a little. I knew I had to keep myself focused. I had not, of course, indulged in love and relationships. As you all know, dear readers, since Princess Diana, my life suddenly took the weirdest and craziest turn of all time. Like, what was it with me and princesses? Now, I have another one, who literally seems as if she's seducing me; honestly, I think she is. I have, of course, had instances of seduction in this hotel. Every time guests would come to the hotel, they seemed to have a certain interest and desire for me. I remember there was one lady who appeared to pay the head chef a lot of money just to set me up with her. However, all of that ended, and I'm not quite sure why, but I recall that I didn't open the door despite the persistent knocking during those occasions. But it's true that sometimes women are the brightest stars in heaven, and other times they are the fiery flames of hell. I would say fear is the only approach one could take.
"How do you like the hotel?" I asked, trying to continue the conversation.
"The serene is appeasing, and the food is quite good. I like." She stated. All along, we had been standing, and somehow I felt she was getting tired from the leg-shifting thing she did while talking to me. So as a gentleman, I requested that she follow me, and we headed to the first floor of the hotel, where there was nothing but people being served drinks. Not many knew the place; it was more of a set-aside space for royals who hated noises and who loved beers and luxurious drinks. She sat on one chair as I extended myself to the cashier to ask for some drinks for both of us.
"In Britain, women drink in girl hotels, or will I say girl talk moments?" I stated.
"How so?" She was quite curious.
"There are certain groups, no, not groups, but it is a group, where after a girl is married off, they somehow entice her to join; it seems like groups for like telling off your marriage stress, speaking about your man, all of that sort." I stated.
"Wow," she stated, and I felt she had something more to add. One thing for sure is that, despite her being Arabian, her English was quite beautiful. It blended well with her angelic, soft voice; it seemed to suit her well. I would have such good manners just to tell her I liked her voice. But liking someone's voice always meant a lot, especially in relation to my culture. Maybe I should tell her before we finish the conversation. "Here, it's quite different, unless you have friends. But people drink on some occasions, not all."
"You have…, I mean, you are good at English. It's quite, eh…? Where did you learn? Your schooling." I asked, and I knew I had stuttered and perfectly embarrassed myself again.
"Is it your statement, saying you like my voice?.. Or you like my English?" She stated, or asked, looking me deep in the eyes, and of course she knew, or maybe she did not know; she was quite intimidating, and I don't know, it was kind of good. I had never met such a straight-forward and outspoken lady as she was. I knew I could not stop the way I tapped on my glass, trying to look for words to say. I needed something; I needed an idea, like, something to answer.
"You are straight-forward." I stated that I was making a little joke and feeling a little bit off; I even scratched my head. For honestly, I had never met a girl who was so different, like they had never approached me with quite light and forward notes, but she was right—who wouldn't like her voice?
"Just with you." She stated this, and I nodded. She was already starting to stare at me longer. She smiled at me, and I knew the little drink was getting into her head.
"The drink is quite a thing." I stated. I was never the type to get easily drunk after the time; long enough, I have stayed here. I would go all the way to everyone getting knocked down.
"Yeah, it is starting to get in my mind." She stated, this time being quite serious. She had already stopped smiling at me as an idiot and was just observing me. "You are so learned, Lock; what's your heritage?" She asked a question she had also asked once.
"The Mornach." I stated.
"No, Amir has something for you; I have never seen him drawn to a man like he is with you. He had asked about your report coming here, the documents you used, and everything. Where are you from?" She asked again. This was her side. I maybe did not dread or like, I may say. The questioning side
"Eeeh," I stated. Of course she was already, or rather, she had already somehow flattered my heart, and I was not the best of liars when it came to someone who had flickered some feathers inside my heart, but I knew it all starts with a princess; I did not want it. "He offered the pianist job; maybe... maybe the reason... that could be why... the digging was done." I added, and I could feel my British accent thuck as I stuttered all through. She just nodded to that, but I was already quite skeptical if she bought the idea, for honestly, that was a very corny or rather weird answer, and the fact that I was stuttering made it all worse. Princess Diana, despite the little time I had the chance to speak with her, somehow never would bring myself to lie. I had liked her from the first look—first sight, I guess. She was beautiful; she really was, dear reader. Okay, how this conversation led to my head remembering the princess was, maybe, a paradox. The fight of a dance between me and William, which somehow, in ways I can't tell, ended up being a real fight, is one thing that rarely plays in my mind, but today it did. I missed home, and suddenly I felt it. I felt the gap, the hole.
"I'm really drunk." The princess stated:
"Okay, let me help you to your room." I stated it without even thinking.
Back home, it was literally a crazy and wild idea to take a girl home without company, especially given the fact that you are an eligible bachelor and she was not betrothed. It was quite questionable, the one word I would state, but on a side thought, maybe the Arabian country was not quite closely on corners about women and men being together in the same place, but just to be sure.
"Is it okay?" I asked, but she seemed quite knocked out on the table to reply, so I decided to call upon one of my buddy waiters, who would assist me in taking her to the room.
"Bro, aren't you scared of his brother?" The guy asked.
"No, why?"
"He never lets men near, Princess Hasmin." He added.
"Why so?" I asked as we were skipping rooms with the princess's hands resting on our shoulders and supporting her with our hands.
"She's a catch for many, just acting out of brotherly love." He stated. Which made me nod. I guess I was lucky; maybe that's why many people were eyeing me as I was talking to her; they wondered what I had done to the prince. We, of course, met the single guard who was in front of her door and requested that he open, which he did, but did not let Jeii, the other guy, enter. He wanted just me; Jeii was a nickname we used, or rather the hotel used with him; none knew his real name. So I shifted the girl, who was already knocked out, into my arms, and suddenly she let her weight collapse onto me, which, for a single moment, made me weaken. Thank God the guard had already closed the door on us. I slightly laid her on her fancy bed, and as I removed her shoes, for of course I knew no one slept with shoes, I heard her state my full name, 'willock, why are you lying to me?' She stated those words, and trust me, my mind argued if she really said Lock or Willock, and my eyes suddenly teared from that. I wanted to talk, but I knew moving out of this chamber was necessary, or I would again land in the deepest depths of shame. I took the silk blacket and covered it on her a little, and then for a few seconds I stared at her and just whispered, 'You are beautiful, and your voice I like. I am Willock; I can't lie to you; I am just not in a position to know if I... I realized I was already wanting to say too much and stopped myself as I said a simple goodnight and left the room, as my mind just revolved around the princess. How does she even know? I questioned myself.