Royalty Gone Bad

Writer’s POV:

An amused Asahd poked his head in first, looking around the apartment to make sure Djafar wasn’t seated there.

Saïda was behind him in the corridor, biting her finger and hoping her father wasn’t awake. She’d kept her phone off throughout and when she’d put it on, she got notifications from about five of her father’s missed calls.

-

The apartment was completely dark, meaning Djafar had long retired to bed.

“Is he there?” Saïda whispered.

“No. Let’s go in,” Asahd replied. “Shhh.”

They tiptoed into the apartment and Saïda quietly and carefully locked the door behind her.

They started making their way through the furniture to get to their rooms. Everything was fine until in the dark, Saïda hit her leg against a chair and it made her trip over. Asahd, at the exact same moment, who’d heard the noise from the chair, was turning to ask Saïda to quiet down and was taken by surprise at a falling Saïda.

She fell forward and before Asahd could stabilise himself and catch her, she fell on him. Though he succeeded in wrapping his arms around her, it was still unexpected and in the dark, he lost balance and fell from Saïda’s weight. They landed on the carpet with a heavy thud, Saïda on top of Asahd who’d hit part of his head against a chair while falling.

She was fast enough to put a hand over his mouth, muffling his groan of pain.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry,” she gasped, automatically rubbing that part of his head.

He couldn’t blame her. The apartment was completely dark.

“I’ll- I’ll survive. Hopefully we don’t wake Djafar,” Asahd whispered.

“Hopefully.”

Just then, both realised how they were positioned. Saïda’s knees and thighs rested at his sides, like she was straddling him. Asahd had his arms around her lower waist and his right hand was a little too low, resting at the top of her butt.

She sat up immediately and at the same moment, Asahd hurriedly took his arms and hands off her. She got off him and stood. He got up right after.

“We should rush to our rooms before he hears more noise,” Saïda whispered and carefully tiptoed her way towards her door, in the dark.

Asahd did same, going in search of his door.

“If my father asks me questions tomorrow, which he definitely will, you’ve got my back, right?”

“Sure. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

He waited for her to enter her room and then he stepped into his.

“Time for me to get rid of these wet clothes,” he said to himself.

***

The next day, as expected, Djafar questioned his daughter and scolded her for keeping her phone off the previous night. Asahd stepped in for her though and explained to Djafar that he had invited her to the movies and because they were in the theatre, they had to keep their phones off. He asked Djafar not to get angry with Saïda. Djafar eventually let it go.

***

That night, Asahd called Saïda to his room.

“Yes?” she sat on his bed and stared up at him. He had two shirts in his hands.

“Which of these two cheap and pathetic shirts would look best on me?” he mused.

“You’re terrible. They’re great.”

“Nothing compared to my clothes that you abandoned in Zagreh!” he picked a pillow and threw it in her face. She laughed.

“Good for you.”

his eyes in

“So which?”

how you

in the most

dress to impress everyone. Fashion has always been at the top of my list, Darling. I gotta look charismatic

even thinking about impressing Allison. He was doing that to get everyone’s attention, which

It shouldn’t be the other

you’ll wear the best clothes around her. Just to

whatever. Didn’t call you here for a chit chat,”

the first

“Why?”

but I like the first most especially because it’s

he laughed and threw the blue shirt away. “Because you chose that one, I’ll wear

stubborn case. Saïda shook her head in amusement and picked the blue shirt. Asahd watched her silently make her way to the door and open it.

wouldn’t pick what I would chose and so I intentionally picked the one I liked

faded a little

the blue shirt,”

“Nope,” she rushed out.

found her, she gave the shirt back. Only problem was, it was soaked with water. “Are you

eyes. You’ll thank me later," she mused and went to sit with her father who had been

***

beat when she saw Asahd walk down the

hug. Allison melted on the inside. His sweet smell caused goosebumps

you?” she asked softly, raising her head

“I’m good.”

Goes with your eyes,” she complimented and Asahd smiled a

was right,′ he thought, referring

You look great

“Thanks,” she blushed.

tickets then.

hope you

what you

“You’re sweet.”

***

Asahd’s POV:

am I watching,

regret. She’d chosen a romantic tragedy. A tragedy! If it was a normal romantic movie or even a romantic comedy,

it?” she whispered

“Yeah.”

She giggled.

obvious you don’t like it. It’s written

I chuckled and

have two options. Pick. Either we leave

you very much for proposing that,” I mused. It

I’m blushing again,” she said

angry people hushed

grabbed her

“Oki.”

leading us

***

were chatting and walking down the streets, in search of a fast food restaurant when Allison held my hand in hers. I smiled at her and she smiled back, reddening. She had a very

“I love your smile.”

“Thank you, Asahd.”

a little distance and found a restaurant. We got in, ordered and sat down to eat. Allison told me about herself and so far, she’d said

you, Asahd,” she said, wiping the corners of her mouth with

moved in a month

country or a