"H-HE WHAT?!"
One of her loyal followers screeched, clutching their chest like they''d just been mortally wounded.
"It''s fine! It''s fine!"
Another immediately chimed in as they desperately tried to salvage her honor.
"The meaning is what matters! Guidance! It represents guidance! How beautiful is that?!"
"SO beautiful!"
Someone else echoed with a feverish nod, sweat practically dripping down their face.@@novelbin@@
"Honestly, who even cares where it came from? It''s symbolic! A divine coincidence, really!"
"It''s about the intent! The name inspires! It''s a beacon of hope! A star in the endless darkness!"
The pro-Huda camp clung to these exnations like life rafts, throwing out increasingly grandiose interpretations.
"A name fit for someone destined to lead! To guide our people to greatness!"
But their voices were drowned out by the unmistakable sound of snickering.
Zafar Al-Nadir, the "hero" of this world, showed a smile while watching the image of his supposed friend drown.
The situation, though bad for their coalition, made him feel better about himself.
After all, his name was special, for he was Victory, Triumph, and Precious.
"Huh..."
His tongue mimicked a slithering snake as he drawled:
"So the great Viin decides to name our Lady after... a cabpany?"
Though he meant it as a tease, an unfamiliar man joined in and pped his hands slowly, sarcasm practically dripping from him:
"Indeed Lord Zafar, it''s truly inspirational. Nothing screams ''nobility'' like a shabby ride through the backstreets of Zawaya."
"Shut your mouth, Azeem, you, out of all in this hall, have no right to say anything!"
One of Huda''s people shot back, their face red with fury.
"Besides, a man like you wouldn''t understand the depth of it!"
"...Depth?"
Azeem flipped over his long, braided, ponytailed, ck hair that stretched down to his ankles.
Most of the gold around his neck and forearms rattled by the move, jingling enough to annoy everyone around him.
"Oh, there''s depth, alright. The depths of a bad joke."
Huda''s followers and sisters wanted so badly to sock him a new one, but they knew better than to attack him.
Though he looked like a mboyant and barely muscr young man, his red, ring-like eyes alone had kept them at bay.
Moreover, this man was the one who had apanied Malik throughout his life as the Sultan.
He was Malik''s right-hand man, the one who oversaw all the death and destruction.
Many of them believed that he should''ve been there, dead alongside his master, but a fairer few had disagreed, having them dy his execution untilter.
It was only right that he saw Malik killed first; after all, he too was betrayed.
"What? Cat got your tongue?"
"Say that one—"
"Enough!"
Huda''s voice cut through the chaos like a whip.
Everyone in her immediate vicinity froze, mimicking the paused world of earlier.
Her face was beet red, the kind of red that could make even the ripest of tomatoes weep with envy.
But her expression? Pure exasperation.
"You''re all embarrassing me."
She red at her loyalists first.
"Stop twisting it into something it''s not. It''s a name, not a prophecy!"
She turned her re on Azeem next, her tone dropping to something far more dangerous.
"And you—shut up before I shove your slithering tongue down your throat."
Azeem blinked, his smirk faltering for just a moment before he raised his hands in mock surrender.
"Fair enough."
Huda sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Malik gave me a name. That''s all. And, yes, maybe it''s from a taxi service, but who cares? It''s mine now."
Her gaze swept across the room, daring anyone to argue.
"Let''s focus on what matters, alright? Like the fact that he''s about to leave us behind! That''s what I care about—not some stupid taxi!"
With that, she crossed her arms and looked back at the projection, clearly done with the conversation.
The room stayed silent for a beat, everyone too stunned—or too scared—to respond.
And then someone whispered:
"Honestly though... it is really beautiful."
Huda groaned, burying her face in her hands.
She really needed new followers.
***
{Inside The Projection}
Sinbad''s eyes went wide, and the two of them broke into quietughter, trying not to wake Huda.
"Okay!"
Sinbad whispered, holding out his pinky.
"Pinky promise?"
Malik grinned and held out his own pinky to meet the boy''s, but just before they could seal the deal, he froze.
His ears caught the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoing outside the room, and his smile dropped instantly.
"Shhhhh..."
He whispered, quickly pulling the nket over them and pushing the two deeper into the bed.
He held Sinbad close, covering his mouth with a firm but gentle hand.
The door creaked open.
"Can''t get, uh, used to ce..."
"Shit''s barely holdin'' on~."
Three men stumbled in, their gait unsteady and their speech slurred.
Malik''s stomach twisted as he eyed them.
Damned drunkards, ve traders—dangerous and desperate ones at that.
They were on theirst legs, clearly out of options.
"Still smells like piss."
One of themughed, kicking a hole through the wooden wall just for fun.
"Ain''t it just. Hey, where''s the little rat? He owes us."
Malik sat up slightly, prepared to put his body between the men and the children at a moment''s notice.
"Already paid my dues forst week; you were supposed toe tomorrow for the next."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah, and I ain''t got shit today, so get the fuck out and let me sleep."
The first man squinted at him, stepping closer.
"What''s with the nket, then? Hiding food again?"
Malik forced augh.
"Learned my lessonst time, didn''t I? No food. Just me trying to stay warm."
The man stared for a moment longer, then burst into loud, obnoxiousughter.
"Good, be that way if you don''t want your legs to get fucked up again!"
The second man joined in, and Malik held his breath, hoping they''d leave.
But just as they were about to step out, a small sound shattered the tense silence.
A soft, sleepy grumble.
Huda was the source.
''...Fuck.''
Malik''s blood ran cold.
The men froze, their heads snapping back toward him.
"You lied~."