An Arabian Marriage
"IT IS a matter of family honour…'King Zafir's voice was thin and weak but fierce longing burned in his gaze as he addressed his only surviving son. "You will bring your brother Adil's son home to us and we will raise him to adulthood."
Crown Prince Jaspar murmured tautly, "Father, with all due respect, the child has a mother—"
"A harlot unfit to be called a mother!" In a sudden explosion of anger, King Zafir raised himself from the pillows and thundered, "A shameless creature who danced until dawn while her child fought for his life in hospital! A greedy, grasping Jezebel…" At that point a choking bout of serious coughing overcame the irate older man and he struggled in vain to catch his breath.
Instantly, the King's medical team was rushed in to administer oxygen. Pale and taut, dark eyes intent, already stunned by the furious outburst that had brought on the attack, Jaspar watched the physicians go about their work and willed his parent to recover. "Please, Your Royal Highness," his father's closest aide, Rashad, begged with tears in his strained eyes. "Please agree without further discussion."
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