Royalty Gone Bad

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Writer’s POV:

While the Prince, Djafar and Saïda dozed off, resting from their trip, the palace was busy. Maids and servants walked up and down to prepare the meals and arrange the long dining table for the 10-20 guests that would be present. It was something private with just nobles and close family friends.

That night would be a very special one to welcome the Prince.

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Asahd’s POV:

“Mmm,” I stirred and stretched in the soft sheets. I felt so good! It felt like I hadn’t slept very well in months.

“We’re gonna be together for as often as possible, honey,” I said sleepily, speaking to my comfy pillow and hugging it tight. I wasn’t going to lie, I’d missed my bed so bad.

After tossing uselessly in bed for a few more minutes, I sat up and buried my face in my palms, waiting for my vision to adjust.

′Saïda.′

Her name popped into my head immediately and I sighed, rubbing my arms as goosebumps covered them. I turned and stared at my bed.

’I hope to share this bed with her. Even if it’s for a night.

No. maybe forever?′

I covered my face again and groaned in frustration.

Just then, there was a knock at my door.

“Yes?”

The door was opened and a maid stepped in. Salma. I felt a little awkward because she was one of the maids I’d flirted with a little or had asked to massage me.

′I am a jerk. Why did I do that? Now I feel ridiculous.′

“My Prince,” she smiled and blushed, curtseying. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you, Salma.”

“The guests will soon be arriving. The sultan and Queen have requested that you be ready in an hour’s time.”

“Alright. Thank you.”

She smiled again, curtseyed and turned to leave.

“Um, Salma?” I called without thinking and when she turned, I was almost speechless.

“Yes, your Majesty?”

“Uh, I want to apologise for my past behavior and the inappropriate attitude I exercised.”

I was back to the formal type of talking. Whenever back in Zagreh, I started speaking that way almost automatically.

“Forgive my manners and every inappropriate favor I have ever asked you. If I offended you in anyway, pardon me.”

The girl seemed surprised and a little amused.

harm, my Prince. I was never offended and never will be. You’re the Prince and your every

but oh well, as long as she wasn’t

then. Thank you for clarifying that to me.

and bowed her head

and stretched. Next up, I

I was so happy.

a little Jacuzzi tub in a corner, the lifesize mirror on the wall, the sink, the urinal sink, my sweet and PERSONAL toilet seat. All painted gold. The marble floor was purple and the walls were designed with ancient drawings. There were oxblood, thick velvet curtains hanging from the windows that made the room dark and so I had

feels good to be home,” I

lifesize mirror and looked

lose much weight after

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my dressing room. It was as big as my room back in New York and full of all my clothes

glad I learnt my lesson and I have to

looked at all

an idiot. “Like I was supposed to have them. While some

was sent to New York. A servant had mistakenly touched my suit with a dirty sauce spoon. My reaction

would add at least twenty more tuxedos, shoes, traditional men wear and shoes to my dressing room. Just because I was a show off and hated

head and tried to forget

ready,” I grabbed an outfit and some

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Saïda’s POV:

dressing up and looked at

Nothing too impressive. I didn’t wear makeup either. Back to my natural way of being. I was happy. Happy because Noure’s parents

father

“Yes, father.”

The guests are already here and seated

Prince’s personal assistant and adviser. I had to be

left the room, feeling nervous. I met with

I did same. I literally skipped before

missed you, sha!” I said happily and she

You have so much to share with us. We’ll

Hope you got gossip for me

“Of course!”

hand “Accompany me

said, pulling her

his room but he would

even cuter! When he arrived earlier and I saw him, I had goosebumps. Why is he so fine,” she cooed dreamily as

“You’re terrible,” I mused.

giggled. “Seems you still

feel for him right

-snap out.′

and felt

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huge stairway and headed to his room. The

“Come in,” I heard.

my breath for no reason at all and then turned the knob. I walked in, Aisha behind me. He had his back to us and seeing him elegant in his suit gave me goosebumps. My breath actually hitched and I tried hard

started, sounding breathless. He

called and then he spotted Aisha too and his smile

smiled and blushed. We both

alongside your parents, your Highness,” I said, avoiding to look him in