Royalty Gone Bad

Asahd’s POV:

I remained locked up for as long as I could sleep and be sober again.

I opened my eyes after two to three hours of sleep, the drunkenness had wiped off. There was a lump in my throat and I was so pissed!

I was the Prince, for crying out loud!! Yet my father had me locked up and supervised like I was some notorious toddler.

′Take a shower, Asahd. Forget this nonsense,′ I thought, still very annoyed.

I grumbled to myself and got off the bed. Then I went straight to my bathroom for a cool bath.

-

It was seven pm, by the time I stepped out of the shower. I was already very hungry.

I dressed up and just when I was going to cause some trouble by threatening the guards on the other side of my door, someone knocked.

“Yes??” I replied, irritated.

A second after, a servant boy walked in.

“Good evening, my prince. The sultan has requested that you join he, and the Queen, for dinner.”

“Like they had a choice,” I mumbled and walked past him, literally pushing him with my shoulder and making him stumble a little.

I walked into the corridor and gave the guards that had been assigned to watch me, a deadly stare, before heading towards the stairway and going down to join my parents.

Writer’s POV:

They watched Asahd join them at the table, without greeting or even saying a word. He kept his frown on and was in no mood to try and flatter them. Oh, if only he knew, what they had in store for him.

“Good evening, Asahd,” they greeted with smiles.

Asahd stared at them like they were crazy.

“So you’re just gonna smile at me, like you didn’t humiliate me, earlier this afternoon?” he finally spoke.

as well

Asahd rolled his eyes.

serve me,” he ordered to one of the maids that were

others served the sultan and Queen. The sultan then ordered them all,

have something for you, my dear son. A good surprise that will make you feel

Asahd

be supervised for the next two

had been chewing on his food, stopped and stared blankly at them. Like he hadn’t heard what his father had just said. But then he did something that

Saïda??” he called but she

then looked at his parents, and in the most

frowned at them. “Like right now. I need a dictionary, to define the words good and surprise, to both of you.

ended with a scowl.

he asked, with wide eyes and a frown. “You tell me, you have a good surprise that will make me feel better, and then you, father, spits out that I’ll be locked up in here for two days? It’s preferable I keep the very disrespectful and

me

do before I really lose my self control on both

asked in disbelief at how even more

the sultan calmed his wife, immediately. There was no

food in his mouth. His parents stared at him,

our little punishment for what you did this afternoon.

Asahd looked up.

he asked, his

more food in

he repeated, mouth still full. Asahd was really bad temptation. He could make

You’ve never been there. But I know you’ve always told me that you

“Keep talking,” he chewed.

And so, you can

more food in his mouth and

wanted to visit, New

“Yes, sir!”

will. Djafar and Saïda will

the sultan, his

be glad if he comes with me. But why the fuck is Saïda in this, too? I