I begin my morning routine as if I have to be ready in an hour. I’m totally stressed out when I think of Csilla arriving so soon. The distance between us is only a few kilometers now—and the whole world. Because today she will find out who I am. I lost my footing during my stay in Hungary, but now I am standing on firm ground. I can introduce her to the real Jamal. The prince! I’m absolutely sure the little bird has no idea who she was talking to back home.
I don’t understand myself. It’s like I’m angry with the woman I desire so much. I guess I’m dreading the possibility that I won’t be able to seduce her. If my country and my status turn out to be insufficient for the conquest, there will be trouble.
By the time I finish my shower and come out of the bathroom Yasmin is gone. I am relie
