Giving Amjad a look that said he would make him grovel someday, Rashid said, “I ask that you gather the Aal Shalaan family tribunal to sanction giving me Laylah’s hand in marriage.”
A “gotcha” smile split Amjad’s face. “You really are stuck in some desert knight folktale, aren’t you? ‘Tribunal’, indeed.”
Rashid counted to ten. “It’s your family tradition.”
“Tradition bladition. I’m King of Zohayd, pal. I play chess with those tribunal members. Just wait until I’m making them jump three diagonal moves ahead then back.”
“So it’s your decision that counts. Zain. Make your demands.”
Amjad poked a finger at Rashid’s temple, rapped it three times. “Any rudimentary sense of humor in there?”
Rashid swatted his hand away. “I’ll snark your head off, Ya Maolai, as soon as Your Majesty approves my proposal. Or knock it off if you refuse it.”
Amjad raised his arms up theatrically. “He lives!” One of his arms suddenly came around Rashid’s shoulder, leading him toward the main palace hall. “Just because I now have hope that you won’t bore Laylah to the point where she’d plot to be rid of you, I’ll consider your proposal. But first, about those seven tasks…”
He knocked Amjad’s arm off his shoulder. “No wonder your ex-wife tried to off you.”
Amjad’s grin was as unrepentant as ever. “She did when I had some propriety. Imagine what she would have done now.”
“Shoot you, most probably.”
“Is that what you feel like doing?”
“I would gladly kill anyone who would stand between me and Laylah. Or at least make him wish he was dead. Care to try?”
Amjad pretended horror. “You’ll add me to your inventory of revenge? Will I tail the list after Haidar and Jalal?”
“Come between Laylah and I, and you’ll reserve your spot at the top.”
Amjad stuck his face into his. “You think you can take me?”
“I don’t think. I know. And there wouldn’t be much left of you once I’m done. And you know it.”
Amjad’s guffaw boomed again. “And he wins himself a doll.”
“I swear, Amjad, if you don’t stop yanking my chain, taal omrak won’t be a concept that will apply to you anymore.”
“You know, Rashid, I would have kicked you out on your ear with the first sign of kissing up. But you threatened to kill me instead, so I think I’m in love. Yep, rejoice. You passed.” His arm was over Rashid’s shoulder once more. “How about we go pretend that family ‘tribunal’ of mine actually matters?”
Still afraid to rejoice, Rashid hissed, “Didn’t you say your word is everything, O king of all you survey?”
“It is. But you’ll be king of the headache-inducing but inevitably inseparable Azmahar soon. You will be the one constant partner in my political bed. I’m doing myself a favor showing you the ropes of kingship. Yeah, I’m into training allies to my preferences. I’m charitable like that.”
Rashid stilled. That was totally unexpected. That Amjad would bring up the idea of Rashid becoming king of Azmahar. And in this way. What was his game?
He probed, hoping to gain more insight. “It’s strange that you’d assume I would be king with your two brothers running against me.”
Amjad gave a dismissing wave. “Haidar and Jalal would make decent kings, I guess, but their hearts aren’t really in it. Yours is. You have more at stake in Azmahar and that is why you’ll reap the votes.”
Digesting this unforeseen development, Rashid put all his cards on the table, even if it was for a game he no longer cared about in the least. “I wouldn’t without your alliance. Which they have in full.”
Amjad gave a masterful imitation of affront. “Because they’re my brothers? Nepotism? Moi? Tut-tut, shame on you. Have you forgotten they’re only my half brothers? With Sondoss’s blood running in their veins, actually half demon. Considering you’re only half oaf, you win in that context, too.”
Rashid looked heavenward. “Do you ever stop?”
“No. Maram won’t let me.”
Rashid tried one last time. “Are you ever serious?”
Those impossibly green eyes smoldered with a complex intelligence that had Rashid realizing this man saw and understood everything. “I’m always serious. I say what others are too shy or cowardly or merciful to say. Think back and you’ll find I said nothing but the whole truth all through this bracing encounter.” He clapped his hand once. “Now, from a full-fledged king to an embryonic one, let me give you an introductory course in dealing with pompous asses.”
Rashid let Amjad put an arm around his shoulder this time. “You must be an authority on your own species.”
Amjad chuckled. “I can still give you a hard time, you know.”
“Knock yourself out. Name whatever price or mission. I’ll surpass any so there won’t be any shadow of owing you a thing.”
“You can never repay what you’ll owe me. Your eternal happiness with Laylah. Face it, Rashid. I own you.”
He shrugged Amjad’s arm off again. “Tell you what. Save it. I’ll take Laylah up on her offer and elope.”
Amjad’s considering glance lengthened this time. “She’s your Achilles’ heel, isn’t she?”
“You’re all Greek mythology today, aren’t you?”
Amjad gave a mock serious nod. “I’ve expended the Indian and Middle Eastern myths on Haidar and Jalal in the past two days.”
After that, Amjad remained miraculously silent as they passed through the majestic marble corridors adorned in the most intricate and magnificently designed colored mosaics toward the palace’s great hall.
As they approached the hall’s twenty-foot gilded double doors, Amjad suddenly spoke again, continuing his previous point seamlessly. “It balances you, grounds you, being so totally vulnerable to her.” He winked. “It makes you a man at last.” At Rashid’s exasperated exhalation, Amjad added, “It’s not a slur on your manhood. This time. I think a man can’t call himself that until a woman has him totally whipped.”
Unbelievable as it was, this Amjad was turning out to be one insightful and romantic fellow. “Like Maram has you?”
The smile that wreathed Amjad’s face was the very essence of longing and indulgence, as if he was transmitting it to his wife. Rashid somehow believed Maram would feel it. “And then some. I gave up everything I had and was for her. I would give up far more if she’d let me. You’d do the same for Laylah, wouldn’t you?”
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