When Nazmi opened her eyes again, she found herself beneath a plush red blanket, wrapped in Samir's arms. He was still fast asleep, his typically stern facial features softened into childlike innocence. Nazmi found herself longing to read his mind, to know what he was thinking about.
Neither of them were particularly good at communicating, but that didn't mean she didn't want to. She knew there were many things that troubled her Prince; most of which were too complex to explain or share – but she wanted to share his burdens.
Selfishly, she wanted him to share hers as well. Nazmi had never even considered the fact that her father would return to the earth anytime in the near future, let alone mere months after she left to be on her own. It was a pain unlike anything she'd ever felt – including the torture she had experienced at the hands of the Council.
She didn't want to hold the heartache on her own.
