So Sa’ada decided that she would wait for him to send for her, which he would do eventually. But till then she would watch from her window, observe the way the peoples love for their prince remained unaltered even though he’d been away for so long. She would watch and wait for a glimpse of his hair, or his hands, and if he rode close enough to her tower maybe even his eyes. Watch to see how changed he was, and how unchanged he was.
The gates opened and the princes’ entourage made their way into the court. They would consist of the trumpeters, then the dancers, the elephant riders, then the prince on his pure bred Arabian flanked by his lords, and finally the guards who would shut the gates to adoring crowd forbidding them from following their prince into his court.
Then she noticed another member of the procession that was rather odd, two actually. A royal caravan followed behind the princes’ lords, made of the finest linens and embellished with gold. Sa’ada knew it probably held a guest of Ali’s, but couldn’t figure out who it was. Following the caravan was what seemed to be another prince, with his own entourage. He was devilishly handsome to say the least, and he had this air about him that would make people fearful yet curious, like the ultimate predator. Sa’ada made a mental note to be careful around him.
But she would put them out of her mind for now and continue trying to get a look into Ali’s eyes. Eyes that she would gaze into for the rest of their lives together, what promise the future held. Sa’ada sighed longingly.