The Ball part 1

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—-Safiya POV—-

Chavi? I just couldn't let her name out of my head. There was no way she could be who I was thinking of. But none the less, her name both startled and concerned me. Well never mind that for now. I have more pressing issue to worry about, Like just how I am going to explain Seti's condition to Darius. "Hey what's the matter with you?" Darius said while walking in and putting his arm around me. Looks like he's in a good mood today. To bad I am about to ruin it. "Something is just bothering me." I said. Darius gave me an odd look, before asking. "What?" I started to laugh akwardly. "Well, unfortunantly, it seems Seti got amnesia again." I said while rubbing his back, hoping to slightly calm down the storm that was about to break loose. "What!?!" I grabbed his arm before he could go on a rampage and kill who knows how many people. "Wait Darius you need  to let me finish! This time it is only  temporary.In fact, his memory should be completely restored in a couple of days." I said as I walked closer, before looking him in the eyes and saying. "So calm down." He ripped his arm away from me and stormed out of the room. 

—-Aziza POV—-

"Hello Aziza dear, how are you? Are you by any chance famished? We have plenty of food. You have really become a beautiful, yet dignified young lady." My step mother said sweetly, while batting her eyelashes. Her flattery was so over the top and just plain out frightening because she never acted this way. No doubt, this had to do with me being seen by her. Conversing with the Queen. "What do you want?" I asked out frankly. A shocked expression crossed her face. "Who says I want anything? Can't I just be nice to my darling daughter?" She said, smiling with that fake smile of hers. My face expression immediately dropped. "Daughter? Did you just call me your daughter? I have and never will consider somebody like you to be my mother! So don't ever address me as such! Now! What is it you want?" Her face filled with anger. "Why would I want anything from an insolent! Bratty girl! Like you?!" She let at venomously before smiling and letting out a slight laugh in response. "I mean I don't need anything from a sweet girl like you, you're my sweet step daughter after all. I and your step sisters are the closest thing have to family. So how about we all go, as a family , to greet the royal family at the ball! I am sure they would be thrilled in getting to see you again. And who knows? One of your step sisters could end up becoming the next queen of Egypt! Wouldn't that be fantastic Aziza? One of your very own family member's on the throne?" 

This is where her intention became very clear to me. My step mother intended to us my connection to the royal family to gain connections for herself and her daughters! Then return me to the state of being treated as a slave! She wanted to use me and then later, once again, abuse me! "Sorry I can not say I am in the least bit interested in that! Now if you don't mind, step mother, I have chores to do." I responded back with a smile on my face. That was when my step mother raised her hand and slapped me on the cheek. "Why you little!!!"  She screamed out at me. That day. That moment. That one little action. Was the one and only time, in my life that I had finally snapped. "You know what!?!" I said turning all of my attention to her before throwing all of the cleaning supplies right at her as hard as I could. "I'm done! I am done with you! And this house! I am done with everything! I quit!  I am so beyond fed up with you and your unjust treatment of me that it is miracle that I haven't murdered you yet!" I spit out bitterly. My step mothered eyed me with disgust. "How dare you! A slave! Talk to me that way!" She screamed. But me? I got right in her face as I said. "No! How dare you! A mere peasant, treat me, a born noblewoman, like a piece of trash, for 6 YEARS! I am honestly ashamed  I've gone along with it THIS LONG! When If it weren't for my father you would still be a grovelling street PIG he was kind enough to take in." I screamed in her now fully red face. "So go ahead and keep prodding around like you are better than every one else! But we both know what you really are!" I spit out.

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