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“I’m sorry we interrupted.”
Sarah’s cheeks flamed pink, hoping Sasha didn’t know exactly what she’d interrupted.
“I suppose we’ll have to get used to that,” he said with a smile.
“I’m sorry,” Sarah shook her head, her eyes crinkled at the corners. “She’s used to having me all to herself…”
“I know.” He kissed the tip of Sarah’s nose. “And please, your highness, don’t apologise. I hope to have many, many little Lexis in our life, you know.”
“Many, many?” Sarah stared up at her husband, her mouth open in surprise.
“Well, at least three. Maybe four? Five?”
“Ummm…” She laughed.
“What?” He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer. Her body leaned in instinctively, moulding to his shape. “You don’t like that idea?”
Sarah nodded. “I love the idea.” And she did. “I suppose I’d never run out of photographic subjects,” she pointed out.
“Ah, yes. About that.” He detached himself from her and her body groaned with disappointment, a disappointment that grew as he moved towards the door and left the room. She stood there, a quizzical expression on her face, for several moments.
Then, he reappeared, a black case in his hand. “For you.”
She knew instantly what it was, of course. The camera brand was emblazoned over the case.
“You got me that?” She asked, blinking her eyes.
“Not me, no.”
He put it on the dressing table and,
her curiosity increasing, Sarah moved towards it and clicked the latches, lifting the lid. A note lay on top of the camera. She lifted it up, unfurling it.
The initials DB were marked in the top.
Dear Sarah,
I understand you have a talent for photography. I will visit Kalastan in a month and would enjoy spending time with you, travelling and taking some shots. Please accept this as a gift from me on the occasion of your wedding.
Dieter Blackmann.
She dropped the paper and spun around, her eyes huge as she stared at her husband.
“THE Dieter Blackmann?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “He’s taken several royal portraits.”
“Oh,” she nodded, but her head was spinning. Dieter Blackmann was regarded to be the world’s top photographer. He was highly-sought for portraits but it was his landscapes that had always captivated Sarah. “Wow.”
“My beautiful wife, I want you to pursue your dreams – it seems only fair, given that you’ve made all mine come true.”
Her heart twisted and tears sprung to her eyes. “I … thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” he said quietly. “This is nothing more than you deserve.” He kissed her forehead softly. “Now. Shall we?”
*
A new Sheikha had arrived in Kalastan, and despite the worries of Adin and Zahir, Sarah Al’Eba caused a swelling of interest and admiration. Her grace, beauty and the obvious acceptance from the royal family all added to her natural appeal. In the month they’d spent in Kalastan, Sarah had been frequently photographed with Charlotte or Violet, and their friendships had established quickly, yet deeply. Sarah was, universally, adored.
