"Princess Safiya" the servant called as she removes the curtains form the windows.
"Hmmm...." the princess hummes as she turnes to the other side of the bed to avoid the blinding sunlight.
"Your Highness... it's almost time for breakfast, her highness will be joining" Upon hearing that the princess slowly open her eyes and sluggishly crawled out of bed. Her long dark-brown curly hair flows down her waist touching her thighs. With the clapping of the servant hands' two female servants came in the room, bowed and started to carefully and slowly undress the Princess.
"We have prepared the bath to your liking, your highness... please enjoy"
they said while placing a white silky robe around her and ushering her to the spring. Once in the bathing quarters, they removed her robe, gentlely lift her hair as she goes in the water slowly.
Her goldish brown slender body relaxes in the warm water that embrace her skin, her once sluggish demeanor now exchange with a sigh of relief as fatigue slowly begins to fade away. The servants brought a variety of oils, flower petals and herbs for the princess to choose for her hair and body. The princess chose Jasmine, Olive oil, Aloe Vera and Rosemary.
The servants place the jasmine petals in the water and started there work on the princess body, two wash her hand and other body parts while the other made the princess's face mask with Aloe vera and Rosemary and gentlely place it on her smooth, soft face. Once done, they proceed to washed and combed the princess hair.
Half an hour past and the princess is in her fitting room, the servants brought in several saries and jewelries for her Highness to choose from. She chose a long silk pink and Gold clothes that has an intricate flower embroidery with pearls embedded in the center of the flower. She wore a pearl necklace with matching earrings, a pearl nose ring, two golden bangles embedded with pearls on each hand and a golden anklet to match. To complete her look, they added a pink drape over her head to cover her braided hair.
While the servants were putting on her golden sandals, another servant came, bowed to her highness then whisper in the ear of the head maid in charge of the princess quarters. The maid nodded and dismiss the servant. "Is there something I should know Fatima" said the princess.
"Nothing of concern you highness... Breakfast has been prepared and Her Highness awaits."
The princess took a look at herself in the golden glass mirror before turning around. After fixing her clothes the servants bowed there heads and retreated, one to her right and the other to her left.
The princess then began to walk out of the fitting room and through her main room. Her servants behind her at all time. The main door open as if on cue, by the servants as she walk gracefully down the halls of the palace.
The hall can only be described with one word 'splendid' and indeed it was, the mere sight of it would leave anyone in awe as the pillars are made with pure gold and dazzling jewels blinding to the eyes, the walls and floor are made from marble, silver could be seen emitting from the floor as the kingdom crest the sun and moon were in pure silver, the two combination creates a depiction of one walking on the clouds.
That image best describes her highness and her ontroge. As they make their way to the dinning room, passing multiple painting of the royal family, which include a painting of herself when she was younger with her father Ahmed Saeed Abdullah Al, Sultan of the wealthy kingdom of Meckkah, her brothers and sisters along with the kings wifes including her mother, Second Queen Amara.
Upon nearing the dinning room door, which like all the door in the palace are made with Mahogany wood with intricate designs and also embedded with jewels, the servants bowed and open the door, revealing a once again breathtaking room that is bathed in gold, chiseled to create an mesmerizing design that depicts the Sun and Moon with a blue jem embedded in the moon and a Red jem in the sun, the stars are embedded with diamonds.
In the center of the room, there is a large Mahogany table embedded with gold and jewels with a more realistic image of the sun and moon, the chairs are chiseled in the same design and are also embedded with gold and dazzling jewels.
A woman sits in the midst of the glamor, outshines her surroundings with her matchless beauty.
A pair of light hazel eyes that seem to have a drop of the sun's ray giving it a golden hue, looks at a little wooden box with a foreign design as she smiles to herself. Walking over to her mother, she bowed and said, "Good morning, Mother". As she greets her mother, her mother beckons for her to arise, then she warmly kiss her on both cheeks. "Saffy, my dear." replied her mother, as she reciprocate, greeting her with a warm smile that melts the heart. "Sit, my dear" She said as she beckons her to have a seat next to her.
Her mother, was wearing a clothes that married royal women wear which consists of a long satin skirt, a top that reveals only the hands and a silk drape that covers the head revealing only the face and neck, it was light blue and green in colour with a flower design of a lotus embedded with pearls and diamonds. she wore diamond jewelry to match her stunning royal attire.
Her mother was fair in complexion, much fairer than the other wife's of the Sultan, because she was not purely an Arabic, she was the child of a Arabic man and a Chinese woman. Looking at the lovely woman sitting beside her; Safiya always had a sense of pride to be her daughter, though other wifes of the king and noble family thought of her as 'Impure' a term that her mother was so accustomed to since her childhood, but none of that matter to her mother, because hating her blood would be the akin to hating one's parents, and that is something her mother will never do. She loved them and would never denounce them. Her parents loved and taught her alot of things that made her who she is today. she loved both Arabic and Chinese customs, she even learn mandarin from her grandmother which she past down to the princess.
Sadly, her parents died before the princess was born, to make up for it her mother never stop talking about them, having a sense of pride being there daughter, even if the world says otherwise. "I have a gift for you" she smiled. "Oh... what is it?" safiya replied, curiously as she glance at the small box in her mother's hands. "I will give it to you once we finish having breakfast".
Her highness beckons to her personal servant Zara, who was standing behind her. She responded with a bow and with two clapping of the hands summon six servants, three went to the left and three to the right, each set having there own tray of food. They went behind their highnesses and placed their plates on the table, poured their drinks and place the utensils on the table. Once completed they retreated to the back of their highnesses ready to assist when needed.
Once their highnesses had their meal, the servants took their plates, clean the dinning table and left. Amara took her daughter by one hand and touch her face with the other hand. "Safiya, were you stargazing again... your eyes looks a bit puffy... how long did you stayed up last night?
The Princess replied, "j-just a l-little pass midnight..." stammering in embracement knowing she was caught. "My God, just what should I do with this girl" said her highness as she gentlely pinches the cheeks of her naughty daughter. "From now on your bed time is two hours before midnight and not a moment more..." she said.
The princess only nodded disappointedly. Her ladyship beckons to Fatima, the princess head maid and order her to see to it that her highness follows the routine. Fatima bows and replied, "Yes, your highness".