Governess To The Sheikh

‘Did you hear what I said?’ Ameera asked, no longer able to contain herself.

‘Yes, Ameera, I did.’

The young girl looked as if she were about to say something else when a shadow fell over them. Rachel looked behind her to see the Sheikh standing over them. She shivered slightly, telling herself it was because he was blocking out the sunlight and not because his dark eyes held hers for just a moment longer than was necessary.

‘How are your lessons going, children?’ he asked.

‘We’ve been making up a story,’ Hakim said, his face shining with pleasure.

Rachel saw the Sheikh’s surprised look as his youngest son spoke without prompting and felt a stab of pride. Just a few more days and most of Hakim’s shyness would be a thing of the past.

‘It had a dragon in it.’

The Sheikh frowned. In the two weeks since Rachel had arrived at the palace she had barely seen him. Apart from the rather surreal meal on the rooftop he had been busy with state business. Sometimes she would glimpse him talking quietly with some advisor or discussing something animatedly with Wahid, but he had not approached her since their dinner together.

Not that she expected him to want to talk to her, of course, but seeing as she spent most of her day with his children, she was pretty sure he hadn’t spoken to them either.

Rachel didn’t profess to be an expert on how royalty normally interacted with their children, but she had experienced first-hand the heartbreak indifference from a parent to a child could bring. Her parents had always been kind towards her, they’d never beaten her, or even told her off. She had been well clothed, decently fed and well educated. All in all she’d had more than many children could expect. What she hadn’t received was their attention. They’d always been more interested in each other than in her. Sometimes they hadn’t even noticed when she had entered the room. As a child she’d craved their attention, their approval, and when they didn’t do anything more than glance at the picture she’d painted or smile distantly when a governess paraded her in front of them on a Sunday, it had hurt more than if they’d slapped her face.

She wouldn’t let the same happen to these children. She could tell the Sheikh loved them, she could see it in his eyes, but he just didn’t know how to act around them. No doubt he had been brought up to focus fully on running his kingdom and didn’t know how to engage properly with the three young children who loved him so much.

‘A dragon,’ the Sheikh said.

Hakim nodded. ‘A pet dragon.’

‘I’m not sure...’ the Sheikh started to say.

‘Doesn’t Hakim have a wonderful imagination?’ Rachel said lightly.

The Sheikh stopped speaking and nodded, smiling down at his son.

‘Really wonderful.’

Rachel watched as father ruffled his son’s hair and Hakim smiled shyly.

‘Miss Talbot was in it,’ Ameera said, stepping forward between Rachel and the Sheikh. ‘She was the villain. I made sure she was stabbed with a really sharp sword.’

Rachel knew she was just doing it for attention so she smiled serenely and inspected her nails. She hoped the Sheikh would similarly ignore his daughter’s provocation and Ameera would soon realise nothing was to be gained from this sort of behaviour.

‘Ameera,’ he said sharply, ‘apologise at once.’

Ameera crossed her arms mutinously.

‘No.’

‘Apologise to Miss Talbot.’

‘No.’

Rachel closed her eyes briefly and steeled herself for the disaster this was about to become.

‘Ameera, you will apologise.’

‘I won’t.’

‘I am your father. You will do as I say. Apologise to Miss Talbot immediately.’

Ameera stared at him silently, fury flashing in her eyes.

‘Apologise.’

‘Never.’

‘Go to your room. You won’t be allowed out until you apologise.’

‘Good. Then I won’t have to see her annoying face ever again.’

Ameera stalked off towards her room, not sparing a glance for her father or Rachel, making sure the door slammed loudly behind her once she was inside.

The Sheikh ran a hand through his hair and for a moment he looked beaten, but Rachel couldn’t bring herself to feel sorry for him. He’d brought the whole episode on himself.

‘Could we have a word, Your Highness?’ Rachel asked excessively politely.

‘I need to be getting back.’

‘This can’t wait. Boys, why don’t you go and get cleaned up for lunch.’

As Aahil and Hakim scurried away Rachel saw the Sheikh turn as if he was about to leave, too. She caught him by the arm and proceeded to pull him into a little alcove that was sunk into the courtyard wall.

He was so surprised to be touched in this way that for a moment he followed her without any protest. Rachel saw the instant he rallied, but did not care if he was angry at being manhandled. She was angry at how he’d handled the situation.

‘That was poorly done,’ she hissed.

The Sheikh recoiled from her slightly and she wondered for a second when the last time he had been criticised to his face was.

‘Ameera needs discipline.’

‘She needs to see acting out will not get a reaction from us.’

‘She needs to learn she cannot be so rude.’

‘She’s testing the boundaries, seeing what she can get away with.’

‘And you would let her get away with that sort of behaviour?’

They were both talking in muted voices, but the anger was apparent in both sides. The Sheikh drew himself up to his full height and Rachel suddenly wished she hadn’t brought him into such a small, enclosed space. His body was only inches from hers, his face so close she could reach out and touch his cheek without stretching.

Rachel felt a tingle of anticipation run through her body. She was angry with him, there was no denying it, but there was something else lurking inside her, too. She saw the passion flashing in his eyes as he spoke about his children, passion that matched her own, and she felt drawn to him. Even though they were arguing she wanted to reach out and pull him closer, to feel his body up against hers.