"Princess Lolita, this is Crown Prince Fahad Mustapha, the heir to Thur throne and Prince Hakeem Mustapha, your betrothed and...." The Royal attendant's voice trailed as Lola shut everyone out, her gaze locked with Hakeem's hypnotic green eyes.
Paparazzi lights were popping and everyone held their breath, guessing what would happen next.
"Ya Rouhi (my soul)..." Prince Hakeem called softly, immense tears of happiness streaming down his face as he gently took Lola's hand into his soft palm.
Lola felt a sharp pain in her head, followed by stillness and then blurry images that she couldn't make out. Two people were laughing. Their voices chimed so magically. One of the voices was familiar. It was her voice and she sounded very happy. The person speaking to her rang like the man before her. She heard him clearly call her, 'Ya Rouhi.' Her heart was beating really fast as she echoed something back to him and then the voices were gone.
