8
Khalid
“Meet your new mother,” my father’s gruff voice rumbled through the room, a pale woman standing beside him, holding a cane in her hand. “Her name is Isabella.”
I glared at her, scoffing and crossing my arms in my hand. So this is why he was absent from the Palace for three months. He went and married someone else even though mother was his wife.
Zain squeezed my shoulder, giving me a look to behave and stepped ahead to introduce himself. Father smiled proudly at him, even ruffling his hair.
He never did that to me.
“Pst, pst, Khal!”
I glanced over my shoulder at the curls of Zayed’s hair. He was hiding behind a pillar and calling me over to play with horses. I smiled at his dimple and was about to sneak over to him when my father’s voice stopped me.
“Khalid Al Latif,”
