Laila: The Arabian Princess

Short Story Attempt

It was so peaceful, Laila wanted to stay there, for a bit more, but Prince Ali has been calling on her for quiet some time now, Laila was up for talking, but who would leave this precious scenery and talk to the boring and self centered prince, Laila tried to think of some excuse, but she wasn't able to come up with any at that moment.
She heard somebody's foot steps, walking towards her, she did not know who it could be, when she turned around, her hairs that were tied in braids and were peacefully lying on her shoulder moved back like a swing, as she turned around, to look at the face of somebody not so familiar. But when she look at his face, she couldn't move her eyes, but being an Arabian princess, she had to move her eyes, she had to look somewhere else, anywhere but his eyes, those hazel brown colored eyes, shining like stars, so eye catching, so enchanting.

She did look at him for a moment, and that tiny moment, he had loved her for how she looked at her, her eyes greenish hazel colored, fixated on his eyes for a little moment,And he had never forgotten that look... Not even while he was dying, and vulnerable, not even when he was facing the most fear... All his life he had asked the same question, "Why me? How me? I mean, I was nothing in front of her, and she chose me?" Or was it his own perception?

(To be Continued) 

(Attempt to write a short story by the help of pictures, I would love to do story on pictures sent by you guys, and you can suggest me what can happen next)

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