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Omar watched and walked behind as the girls cleared a path for them, leaving him out of the fun, he looked at his sword which was still there way she had given him - stainless and without a drop of blood on it. He stepped over bodies and kept a constant eye on Mariam, her skills greatly impressed him and he wondered how long she had been in training and if the King knew of this. As they came into the open courtyard, they were greeted by a number of armed men who were obviously not on their side, Omar stepped forward this time, refusing to be shut out of this round of fun.

They attacked first, swords in the air and yelling, the men ran towards them. Omar smirked and weighed the sword in his hand, ohh it had been ages since the last time he was able to do this. He felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins and he gave a shout, he didn't wait for them to get close, he ran forward. His sword stopped the attack of the first man and cut through the abdomen of the other before bringing the hilt of the sword hard against his temple, the man fell. From the corner of his eyes he saw Mariam fighting forward, she and the other girls wore the same outfit as their attackers and the only thing that distinguished them was the their ponytail hair.

He ducked the next strike and brought his sword up. Missed. He spun just in time as a sword sliced down in front of him, he used the window of opportunity to stab his sword into the chest of the man but it went in so deep it wouldn't budge. No time, he left it embedded in the man's chest and ducked another strike which narrowly missed him by the neck, he saw a patch of his hair fall. He went down, twisting round with a leg stuck straight out, clearing two men off their feet and they came down. He quickly got up and slid to the right, avoiding an attack and threw a punch, it caught the man in the jaw and the grip on his sword loosened as he stumbled back. Omar yanked the sword out of his hands and brought it hard on the man's collar bone. The blade went deep, almost removing the man's shoulder.

Mariam was showing off with her acrobatic skills, her small body allowed her move easily. She bounced off the chest of one, knocking him to the ground and twisted in the air aiming for another, she dug two small knives on either sides of his neck and retrieved the swords hanging sheathed on her back, she yelled with each strike she made and without missing. She had six men down by her swords and only a few more to go. She was excited. She was angry and she was vengeful. She gripped the swords on both hands tightly, there was a pause from both parties which only lasted less than a second before the party continued.

Mariam fought vigorously, slashing the men on either sides of her, she pressed her way forward with bodies falling, she spun her sword and threw it, it flew across the room and impailed the last man. She looked round the room, at the bodies and at her friends and Omar. Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his cloth and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white, he smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't see her smile because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

They walked over to where the king laid dead and Omar gripped Mariam's arm to stop her from getting closer. She looked at him and her eyes softened, she nodded to tell him she was ok and he reluctantly release her. She came to a stop over the body and bent down, she removed the turban from his head and ran a hand through his hair, the bullet wound on his chest was still bleeding and the man was far gone beyond redemption. Mariam got up sharply.

"We need to find my father." She announced and everyone looked at her in confusion.

"But... Mariam..." Saadiya replied her, pointing at the dead man on the floor.

"This isn't my father. This isn't the King, it's his doppleganger."

Omar looked on in bewilderment. "Doppelganger??"

"Hmm.." she nodded. "This means that he knew of the attack before it happened, which means he's still alive and probably not in the palace anymore."

"Really now?" They heard someone say.

Prince Aazim stepped into the clearing, he was dressed splendidly like he was the main attention for a ceremony. A sword hung on his waist and be let his hands rest there. Mariam, Omar and the girls turned to face him.

"My dear Mariam! I almost could not recognize you! You are quite a feisty one. You would have to learn to be tamed. That's how I like my women to be." He smirked.

"Who are you?" Omar spoke out holding his sword out in front of him.

"It would be in your best interest to keep that thing down boy, you'll know who I am. Soon enough." He frowned now. "I want the princess."

He watched as the small group surrounded Mariam, be laughed and sat down on the nearest chair then brought out a thick brown ciger, lit it and took a puff.

"What would your father do if he knew I had you in custody?"

"You'll never!" Mariam screamed.

Aazim snapped his fingers twice and almost immediately the large room was suddenly filled by more assassins rushing in from the open doors, some had guns which was trailed on them.

"Think again Princess. I have you."

@Ozzyy @Hanzell the next chapter was supposed to be the last one but..... I extended it just a little bit😁😋