The clacking of heels were heard and echoed through the halls of the palace in a very angered tone which also complimented the owner, Anisa Hassan. All the palace guards and servants got worried and stopped all their duties to wait and see what she had in store for them and when she came to a complete stop, she looked around. 

"Which one of you cleaned my office room?" her intimidating, yet threatening voice filled their ears with fear.

But, the consequences were far worse if they were to stay silent which is why one of the servants rose her hand awkwardly and slowly, unable to look at Anisa in the eyes.

"Why did you touch my desk? I'm pretty sure I made it clear that I have everything in a certain order!"

Her echoes jumped back and forth and then came her father, curious as to see why every servant and guard had lined up before her.

"What's the matter here, Anisa?" He looked around, "Why have you got them all lined up?"

"This doesn't concern you Baba. You can get back to work." She shut her eyes from annoyance and watched her father sigh and disappear up the stairs.

That's when Anisa slowly walked up to the servant that had raised her hands and looked at her face, examining it closely to look for any sign of remorse or sympathy. But, she could only sense fear written all over her. 

"What is your name?" She asked her

"Samira." 

"How long have you been working here? Hm?" Anisa circled around her like a shark that would swim around its prey, waiting for the right moment to attack. 

"I...I...I'm new here, it's been a week madam."

Upon hearing that this girl was new, she eased up a little and looked back down at her.

"Let this be a lesson to you." 

With that, Anisa, stormed back into her office through the hallway and after the servants heard her door shut, they all felt like they were able to breathe again and gasped for air. But what they never did was speak ill of Anisa and the reason was all out of pity. 

Anisa was the only daughter that her father, Salman Hassan had with her late mother, Hayat. She was the first wife to him and the most cherished one. But she passed a sudden death upon being pregnant with a second child, unable to bear it. 

Ever since, Anisa had a lot going through her life since childhood after her father married again with Humeyra who bore two children with him. A girl, Layla, and a boy, Yasin. Anisa loathed Layla and kept her distance from her at all times while her stepbrother, Yasin, treated her like his own sister.

"Anisa, I think you should take it easy on yourself sometimes and think about how your servants feel and the work they do for you each day."

Her bodyguard, Amin, suggested as she sat on her chair behind her desk.

"That doesn't make anything easier Mr. Amin. That only makes you weak." Anisa looked back at her desk and went back to organizing it the way she previously did before the incident.

"Being princess is never easy, I get that, but you're only causing stress for yourself while doing this." Amin said.

She looked up and the only reason she never held any attitude around Mr. Amin was because he was her bodyguard and had been by her side for as long as she could remember. He used to read her stories, something her father had never done with her during her childhood and even took her out to the places she insisted like amusement parks.

He had more of a father stance than her own father which is why she had so much patience with him.

Anisa sighed and lay her head down on her desk. "I just wish my father never threw these anniversary parties. Tell me, Mr. Amin, what's the point? Why can't he celebrate his marriage with that devil in private?"

Mr. Amin chuckled as he was amused by Anisa. He knew what she was capable of and she surprised him each day with her many talents and behaviors.

"I never got the reason either but he's someone who enjoys the presence of many people, maybe that's why."

"He's got his other family. What's the point of other people? I'm beginning to think I'm part of those other people." Anisa played with the pen, rolling it back and forth out of boredom. 

But, Mr. Amin began to sigh and couldn't help but shake his head, feeling awful about Anisa's situation. All he ever did these years was try and make her happy every chance he got and now that she's all mature, it wasn't easy persuading her thoughts. She was well aware of everything.

"Don't ever treat yourself like other people Anisa. You didn't graduate college early for nothing and you didn't face hardships just to think like this. You're gifted. I know you are. But you have to believe in yourself in order to build your positivity. "

Anisa scoffed, "Mr. Amin, I know where I stand. You've taught me this. I might be a princess, but I'm no different than the people inside and outside these walls. The only thing that makes me different is my status."

"And you're correct. But you still haven't found yourself. You haven't found happiness." Mr. Amin exclaimed.

"Maybe I don't have to. Maybe it'll come knocking on my door someday...who knows...." She shrugged.

"Yes, the preparations are at full pace and this palace will be ready in just 3 hours, my King."

Anisa's father nodded as he continued to sign papers after each read. Then, he looked up at his secretary and asked, 

"Hakim, what is Anisa's favorite cake? Do you happen to know?"

Hakim froze and tried to work every cell in his brain to try and remember if Anisa had a certain flavor of cake but he soon came to the conclusion and told the King, 

"No, sir. But I don't think she likes cake at all. She rarely eats sweets."

Salman sighed after sensing failure. He practically humiliated himself in front of his own secretary, asking him a basic question and not knowing the answer to it. Especially, since it included his first daughter. 

But, he tried changing the subject and told Hakim, "Make sure that besides the decorations, security is also doubled. The palace doors are going to be open, meaning anyone is able to come in."

"Yes, your highness." Hakim slightly bowed and made sure to write that in his notes.

As the two prepared for tonight's event, a peculiar someone was getting ready in her room and that someone happened to be Layla, Anisa's stepsister. She had almost 8 maids in the room with three designers, custom fitting a dress for her in preparation for tonight. 

"OW"

She jumped up and flinched upon feeling the sharp edge of the needle poke her on the hip.

"I have gotten a job done there! You want it to get ruined all because of your petty needle!"

She scolded the designer as she apologized.

"I'm sorry princess. I've made a grave mistake." 

The designer felt guilt and this time, slowly did her work as Layla stared at herself into the mirror and continued her orders to the designers.

"Make sure that this dress comes out better than Anisa's. She always has eyes on her during our events and it's because she always gets the best stylist. But, you guys will make my visions come true tonight as I searched long and hard for you."

She was interrupted as she heard a familiar voice make themselves at home, entering her room and sitting on the bench in front of her bed.

"You're only making yourself look like a fool. You shouldn't even be moved by her actions and who does what to her. How many times do I tell you to stay in your lane and stop becoming motivated by her."

"Mother!" Layla growled at her mother, warning her that there was so many people in her room for her to be embarrassing her like that. 

But, Humeyra could care less. She chose to speak to her daughter in her own way. No matter the place or time.

"Do you really think you'll beat her with a dress? The person wearing the dress must also display delicacy and elegance and you're not off to a great start." She frowned at Layla and looked around her room to be greeted to a mess.

She sighed and ordered the maids that stood around Layla to clean up.

"I want every inch of this place spotless."

"Yes, your highness!" The maids all bowed and quickly went to work.

One maid in particular was glaring up at her and she happened to go by the name Reem. She'd been in this palace for ten years, ever since she was 15 and grew a close bond with Anisa because she had started to work here at a young age and Reem was the only maid that Anisa never disrespected despite her age being younger.

If this girl wants to beat Anisa so much, she would've learned to clean her own room like Anisa always does 

Reem thought but went to cleaning either way. Orders from a royal were to be treated like a law which was how they taught all the workers here. 

"Tonight, I want no mistakes from you, understood?" Humeyra warned Layla but Layla only rolled her eyes and went back to admiring herself in the mirror.

As they got ready, Anisa had gone out to go get her dress with Mr. Amin. She had given her measurements ahead of time to the atelier and had to go pick it up and make sure nothing was wrong with it. 

But, of course she was never able to go somewhere in peace as the paparazzi was always a problem every time she stepped foot out of the palace. Luckily, she had Mr. Amin for that who always had her back. 

"Good morning princess, how are you?" The lady greeted Anisa with a slight bow but Anisa didn't like her greeting.

"I'm good but don't ever bow to me again, Mrs. Andrews." 

"As you wish, darling." She slightly smiled up at Anisa and then pointed to the back of the atelier for her to follow. 

"This way, princess. Your dress should be ready for you to try on."

Anisa nodded with Mr. Amin following her from behind. Currently, he was having a conversation on the phone as Anisa looked around the place and admired the different styles laid out in front of her in rows up until they came to a stop, in front of a desk.

"This is your dress, your highness. Would you like to try it on?"

"No, that's fine, I need to get ready before tonight's event." Anisa simply said.

She had no interest of this event to begin with and didn't even feel like dressing up for it but she had no choice. Her father would've been raged if she ruined the image of the royal family by not showing up to his anniversary. It'd make the public think she despises her family which she does already. At least, half of them...

With that Mr. Amin grabbed the dress for Anisa and thanked the lady that gave it to him and followed Anisa back to the car. Since Anisa always felt bad for Mr. Amin driving her when he had already gotten this old, she would always insist on driving the car herself. But, each time she did so, Mr. Amin would scold her.

"Child, it's my job!" He tried rushing over before she could sit on the seat behind the wheel but his old legs weren't fast enough.

"Mr. Amin, when I tell you to sit and relax, please do so." Anisa told him

Mr. Amin sighed from simply having no words and made his way to the passenger seat. Anisa smirked and drove the car back to the palace. 

A/N: Hey guys! 

So, this story I would say is just the opposite of my previous one, Accidentally Met an Arab Prince, and if you haven't checked that out, you're missing out!

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