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opened wide, and he asked, bewildered, if someone had just entered our room, but judging from my facial expression, he guessed the truth and mouthed the word “fuck.” I, of course, thought it was funny because I had never heard him swear before while I was naked in his arms and having the queen walk in on us like that. I wondered why Nidal never locked the door and why people just entered private rooms without waiting for permission.
    This was just too hilarious. My laughter got a little out of control, and Nidal joined the fun. And there we both were, laying on the bed, naked and spent, and laughing to tears, until I heard the big boom, bang, kaboom. I froze and stared questionably at Nidal, who looked at me, and then looked away and buried his face in his pillow.
    What is all that noise? It sounded like someone had thrown a bomb. Terrified, I snuggled in Nidal’s arms, trembling as the rippling noise turned louder and louder. I glanced at Nidal, and he quickly explained, “The servants fired the cannons. They are letting the people of Arabia know that we have consummated our union.” He said this as if it were a normal thing to say. I stared wide-eyed in astonishment at him, not understanding a single word he had just muttered.
    What in the world is he talking about? Letting his people know what? That we just had sex? Wide-eyed, I stared at him. Is he crazy?
    While the rest of the world’s history books wrote about the wars won and lost, the sacrifices, and the history of their countries, the Arabian world would have a section in their history books of our lovemaking.
    “Loula, our union is a big deal to my people, and it is our custom and tradition to celebrate with a festive party out in the streets of Arabia. There will be food, wine, and dancing all night.” He stopped for a brief second to see my reaction to all that he had told me before continuing. “They will also explode fireworks in the night sky. It is the way my people celebrate their future king’s happiness, Loula,” he said quietly, as he studied my face.
    I stared at him wide-eyed, not knowing what to say. All that just because the prince lost his virginity today?
    I wiggled out of his embrace and made a face in his direction, not understanding their customs or their traditions. Nidal’s hand cupped my breast and softly caressed it. I tensed and slapped away his hand. I did not feel comfortable sharing my intimate relationship with the rest of the world.
    It sure sucked being in love with a prince , I thought dryly.
    Nidal must have noticed the hurtful expression on my face. “Don’t worry. Just go with it, and all will be fine.”
    Well, that’s what I should tell him next time his cousin kisses me. I will look at him sweetly and say innocently, “Oh, don’t worry, honey. Just go with it.”
    But even the thought of his cousin anywhere near me sounded dreadful. Nidal would react wildly, so I had to quickly erase that thought.
    As the day flew by, everyone was bustling about while getting ready for the party. The festivities had started a couple of hours ago. I could hear the music loud and clear from my open window, and I grew nervous wondering if at last the people of this country would accept me. I wondered what the queen’s thoughts were about all this. Is she secretly planning a way to get rid of me, or has she decided to welcome me into her family?
    As I dressed for the occasion, I felt humiliated and distressed and hoped my patience would be intact when the time came for me to step out of my comfort zone. It would not be easy walking around with a smile on my face knowing full well what the celebration was all about.
    With shaky hands, I slipped into a gold-colored gown. It was a beautiful, shimmering, soft material with beaded lace trimmings, and it had a low neckline that showed off a little more cleavage than necessary. I checked myself in the mirror, and I had to admit that I looked absolutely beautiful.
    My hair was in an updo