Royalty Gone Bad

Writer’s POV:

Days flew by and soon turned into weeks, Autumn setting in with the cold. Asahd kept his relationship with Allison as private as possible. With the days that had passed, Asahd started liking Allison a little bit more than before. She did everything to make him too. She was ‘perfect’ girlfriend because she didn’t try to argue or whatsoever with him. When he was annoyed or angry at her and ended up raising his voice a little, she would not talk back or try to anger him further. Instead, she would calm him down or apologise. She was way too sweet and they kinda fitted each other. Asahd was the fiery type and Allison, the calm after the storm. They were able to keep the others unaware. Apart from Derrick and Alex to whom Asahd had spoken. With time the three of them have gotten closer and were good friends. Asahd was naturally a very suspicious and careful person. He didn’t trust anybody easily. Not that he fully trusted both guys, he simply trusted them enough to tell him little important things like his relationship with Allison. And he’d not been wrong about them. They kept their mouths shut and nobody else knew anything.

Concerning his work, Asahd continued to work hard enough so he would be paid exactly 65$ per day. Plus, the real estate agent had called him a few more times to mow lawns, earning him extra money. He saved more than half of the money, excluding the daily pay he had to give Djafar, in order to get to his final ends, get himself tickets and disappear, only to reappear in Zagreh. And still, no one knew about his plans.

Saïda on the other hand, being the pretty girl she was, was often being wooed by the young men that came to buy things in the Moroccan food store. But she was taken and made it clear to them, especially because her birthday was in a few days and her engagement and eventual wedding were fast approaching. Immediately they returned to Zagreh, a date would be chosen for her engagement to Noure, and another for their wedding. She was just so happy.

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Asahd’s POV:

After our walk at the park, I accompanied Ally to go get a cab that evening. The manager had made us close the restaurant earlier than usual. At around three pm, for a reason we ignored. Apparently he had something important to attend to.

“Call me when you get home. Okay?” I said and kissed her forehead.

It’d been kind of slow but I was finally beginning to feel the same way towards Allison. She was a darling and it was almost inevitable to grow feelings for her. Yes she wasn’t my usual type, but a little difference couldn’t be that bad. She was a very caring and peaceful person. Quite the contrary of me.

I had fallen for her, but deep down, I felt like I hadn’t done so completely. Yes I cared about her but I felt like something was lacking in our relationship and was stopping me from completely giving her my heart. She had 3/4 of it. But that little part left was lacking something.

“Okay,” she smiled and we kissed. Then I stopped a cab and she got in. “Do we meet tomorrow? It’s Saturday.”

“Um, not this weekend, honey.”

“You’ve been busy for the past two weeks.”

“Remember I told you I’m studying for an exam.”

Actually, my weekends were now taken because I was catching up and learning more about the Royal history of Zagreh and some other important things I needed to know as the sole heir, with the help of Saïda.

“Oh, true. I forgot.”

“I’ll see if I can create some time on Sunday afternoon to come see you. You’ll be on your campus right?”

“Yeah. Call me if you decide to come.”

“Alright,” I leaned in and pecked her before closing the door.

“Bye, babe.”

“Bye, sweetheart.”

finally drove off and I stopped another

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the night with

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always did on weekends. While Djafar and Saïda were up at 6, 7 or 8, I only got out

gotten up at ten. I fixed my bed and grabbed

had made

morning, Djafar,” I smiled at him and he

morning dear. How was

I rested enough,” I looked around and

get more

I entered the bathroom to

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stepped out minutes later and Djafar was still so busy on his phone. He never used

by your phone?” I chuckled, wiping my hair with my

to find the chicest

I asked

throw a big party for Saïda’s twentieth birthday, the sultan has permitted me to use some money and organise an outing to an expensive restaurant for her, and buy her what she

had dropped wide open as well as my

gawd, I’m a fucking idiot,” I gasped, covering my

are you talking

didn’t even know! I forgot to ask the

mocked and went on with what he was

at times Djafar. Oh my, it’s Saïda’s birthday and I

me,”

door behind

greeted us. “Good morning, Asahd,” she said and humming happily, she went to the

I followed her.

trying to hide

that it was fast approaching and had probably expected me to ask when. But the dumbass that I was didn’t

looking amused

dad told you,”

me to go put the groceries in the fridge. I ran a hand over my face and groaned in

used to concern Saïda, but now that things had changed between

Saïda’s POV:

and I could tell he was actually feeling bad. How cute and surprising. Who was this Asahd that seemed to care about stuff that concerned me? The more the