Royalty Gone Bad

Saïda’s POV:

My father was rather calm but I on the hand, couldn’t help it but be worried about the Prince. It’d been hours since he’d left the apartment and we’d heard no news about him.

“Fa– Dad, it’s eight. What if the Prince doesn’t know this address.”

“Asahd,” he corrected.

“Asahd.”

“He is twenty two. Asahd might be spoiled and whatsoever, but he is a smart boy. I know him well and he is the type to get himself out of any urgent situation. With or without money.”

I was going to say something when there were aggressive knocks at the door. Definitely him.

“It’s open,” I said and a second after, Asahd stormed in. My father and I stood, surprised and wondering at his appearance.

“What happened to y–”

“Save it!” he cut my father. Oh, he was even more furious than earlier that afternoon. “I was robbed! Robbed! And now I have absolutely nothing! I almost got lost in this huge city, because I didn’t know the name of this damned street! I would’ve probably been caught, held captive until the police came and took over! You see everything that’s happening to me?!”

“Oh dear, I’m sorry all that happened to you, Asahd.”

“I just want to sleep!” he ran his hands over his face. “This is just a nightmare that I’m gonna wake up from. I don’t want to see any of you.”

Asahd’s POV:

I was going to walk out of them but I needed to know where I would sleep. The thought annoyed me even more.

“And where am I supposed to sleep?” I asked with a frown.

Saïda pointed at one of the

to leave but

for you too. So we fit in with the people that live here,” he said and handed over

because I already expected the worse. I even hesitated to check them. But I eventually did, confirming

pulled out sneakers. Sneakers? All sorts of sneakers. And as if those weren’t enough,

Have I ever worn sneakers?! Apart from when I do sports?? And I don’t even wear these kind of sneakers for

felt like crying,

down to valueless,

No one here does. And know one here cares. You’ll have to deal with it, Asahd. We’re all going to be wearing

if you wear normal clothing. I’m

to relax,” she said, rolling her

her. Luckily, she dodged,

to her and teach her ass a lesson, but her father intervened

firmly. “She is right.

to me. You

want anything that is bad for you or that is sure to

but I decided it would be better to lock myself up in

to hell,” I hissed

My dressing room back in Zagreh

have a heart

my eyes

feel a little better was the fact that it had been cleaned and fixed. The bed had also been fixed with new sheets. The bed. Another problem. So limited in space. Everything was. I tried

bed on which my little bag had been placed. I opened it and inside were nothing but my boxers, singlets, sleeping clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, body lotion, shower gel, two towels and socks. Very helpful. Tsk! My expensive perfumes, cologne, hair

Unable to control my feelings, I started to sob. I wasn’t used to any of this. My parents

--

Even when I was