The food was delicious, and the drinks were set out in all sorts of ways, from the known British barley to the Arabian wines—all of anyone's likes and wants. The guests were many, from wherever I stood, far off on the third floor of this large hotel. I could point out most people who were British. The Prime Minister of the British Parliament, the Baron of the Evon side, and his children Who would not notice the Finance Minister with his ever-laying tobacco stick in his mouth and the way he hangs around supporting himself with his snake-style curved walking stick? The king had not yet arrived, as that was what I had heard. I meant the king of England. I don't know if they would quite know me for the radical changes that have happened to me. Maybe he had seen me once or twice, and close, maybe that time when he had confronted the viscount. The Prince of Italy was here, and I knew him from a distance. He was quite a radical-based man right there, and he was accompanied by his wife and sister. His sister was elegant, cultivating, I would say, quite a catch, but of course, all princesses were catches, so why not? Even while eating the food, I could not stop myself from thinking about what Amir had told me. I just hoped Princess Hasmin would not make the worst and most stupid of decisions by choosing me as her lover. I don't know what I would do as a human being, and as a man, it would mean,.... I don't know what, and I... I knew this was one of the important subjects in my life that I needed to take so much into consideration, and, as I thought, an arm caught me, and I looked back to check who it was.
"Hey brother,…" It was Ezron, and without hesitation, I just gave him one of the big hugs I had never given a man. God, I missed this man.
"Bro, I missed you, man." I stated, after the hug, as I saw him check me out a little quick.
"They treat you well." He stated,
"Yeah,…"
"I have been asked by the chief of staff to request that you come play the British chords. They are yet to arrive." Ezron stated.
"I can't; what if they know me?"
"You won't; you look very different; you look more like the prince of Iraq than a random British wanted man." I just hoped he was right, for I was not honestly ready for any sort of confrontation or being known. I was not ready for any of these.
I followed Ezron and arrived on the ground floor as I set myself on the seat where, in the past, I had labeled it as mine after the man playing the chords excused me. The people in the band greeted me as they knew me, especially the lady singer, who always gave me a smile, as if she had a liking for me, and suddenly we were asked to play the chords as more guests started arriving. I was quite good with the classic music; I would play it all night and day and the next and next without getting tired.
No one had yet raised their eyes on me, and people who enjoyed the music were already dancing to the sounds while others intermingled for the same. I had not raised my eyes to check out the crowd either, as I did not want anyone realizing who I was or me realizing who someone was. First things first, I did not want to ever, at this point, lose concentration on what I was playing in these chords. While playing, I always let the song just sense me out, make me feel, and just relax. It sort of looked like some kind of meditation thing, but I loved it. After the play, we were asked to take a break as the king was taken upstairs to maybe freshen up, and now it was our time to mingle. Of course, dressing as a prince made most ladies look at me, for somehow it meant that I was kind of looking for a suitor, and who wouldn't want to be betrothed to the prince? As I walked through, I saw princess Hasmin talking to the Prince of Italy, the man I talked about, and so I tried eveading my eyes from them when the princess just called out to me, and I knew on speech that the man would know me. We were; we knew each other from various parties.
"You play very well." The prince stated, as I just raised my brows, and then in a deep, unwanted, and different voice, "I shall take my leave." I then left without watching the princess because I knew she would also be confused, and in one way or another, oh no, I hoped she did not see me as if I were jealous, because that would be the most insane of thoughts she would ever have. I had seen Ezron, and I knew I had nothing else to do here, so I thought of just going outside to get some fresh air, and as I was leaving via the second entrance, I saw a carriage arrive that I assumed could be carrying some royalties, and I don't know. I somehow became curious who it was, and so I decided to leave using the second entrance and head towards that place, where the carriage stopped, and maybe see who they were. I wasn't even sure why I was being cheeky. I guess maybe it is because I did not want to mingle much, for most people in the building seemed to be royalties who, in one way or another, may know me or may have heard something about me. I don't think I was in a position to deal with all that. I first need to figure out what is in my life and what my life expects from me. I hid behind a certain flower as I watched the guards open the carriage. When surprise, stare, shock, and all sorts of anxiousness took the better of me, the princess of England and his brother left the carriage. It was Princess Diana. I could not process at the moment my feelings; I could not process anything, but I saw her; she was here, like the princess she was, and suddenly I felt scared of even feeling myself, my legs, and my heart ached to watch her and maybe speak to her. If she were here, it means she was not yet betrothed; maybe she rejected the suitors who wanted her, and I suddenly found myself pacing inside the building, but what would I do? I guess I should run away; my mind became a fog, and she became the only picture, and so I went and sat in the next room, where artistic exhibitions were showcased, as my mind remembered everything. I remembered everything I had somehow buried about her. I don't know how long I was there, but a soft hand touched my chin, and I raised my head. It was Princess Hasmin, which made me rise from my seat and look at her. I wish she knew what was on my head—the things, the words.
"Hey, it meant nothing." She stated, and my eyes teared, shaking my head. I knew she had gotten it all wrong; she had; she just did not know; she did not know anything, and what happens to me when confusion happens? I could not speak; I just stared at her as I breathed in the deepest air and then stated, "I couldn't meet the prince; it is nothing about you."
"No, you seem lost. I found you lost."
"My,… It's not what you think. I just remembered this place, the piano, and everything." I lied. I knew telling her would do me no good, and how would I even tell her such a thing? Was it worth it when she knew maybe little to nothing about me? The only fear I had was that she was loving, and the only fear I had now was that she, who made my heart flatter in uniqueness, was somewhere in this building, and she had no idea I was here!
"Would you like to come back to work here?" She asked, and I knew she was not asking in a bad or sarcastic tone, unlike Amir, who would. Princess Hasmin was the most real of all the members in the royal family; she was just selfless, and that, I know, is what would kill me if I were to make her fall for me. It would kill me as much if I hurt her in the most despicable ways a lady deserves.
"No, I don't. I just remembered; we quite met here." I stated smiling, which made her smile back. I was always a flirt, that I knew, and the princess and I seemed to have a liking to these flirtations; it was something that naturally came; I liked her. Yeah, I can't deny that, as a man, I did like her, but liking is not quite easy to communicate when matters of the heart and mind are put into place.
"We sure did, and you told me of pain…," She stated
"Yeah, the man holding on to a knife,.."
"You quite have a good memory." She added
"Who forgets? Who would ever forget her encounter with a princess?" For me, there was always something about princesses.