Royalty Gone Bad

Writer’s POV:

After all the guests had left, Asahd went to have a private discussion with his parents in their chamber. They had a long touching chat during which Asahd apologised sincerely to each of them. He told them about how the people he was surrounded by, including Djafar and Saïda, helped him realise that not everyone was born with a golden spoon in his or her mouth. Not every one had loving parents, not everyone had what to eat, what to wear and where to stay. He was sorry for the way he’d treated them and everyone else around him. He begged for their forgiveness, crying at their feet while on his knees.

This had surprised and touched his parents very much. They were so happy to see that he was sincere and truly remorseful for his past behavior. They were grateful he’d been able to realise most of his mistakes in a few months. They couldn’t ask for anything better. Their prayers had been answered and a whole new and different Asahd had returned to them.

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A week passed since Asahd had returned and everyone could clearly see the change. He wasn’t rude with the palace’s employees like he used to be. Even when he wanted something, he would ask politely instead of giving them orders in the rudest of manners.

Cherry on top was, on the fourth day since his return, he went visiting the empoverished and less privileged people of Zagreh. He brought food along with him which he provided to the poor families and people. He even visited hospitals and orphanages, donating enough money for the care of poor patients that weren’t able to pay for proper treatment.

Fact was, he noted all these problems down and wrote down some possible solutions he could give his father to come up with. Or some which he himself would accomplish, once crowned sultan in a few years. His parents were definitely proud of him.

Everyone was happy with this new Asahd and knew everything was well but that wasn’t completely true. The Prince might have smiled every single day since his return and would make the other people believe that he was fully happy, which in some way he was, but there was a problem.

Something that would make him toss in bed at night and think endlessly. Something that would frustrate him and make him feel that he was lacking something or someone. Someone was lacking in his life. It had only been a week but it felt like eternity since he’d kissed or hugged Saïda.

They never had time to meet privately, one of the reasons being that Saïda avoided being alone with him. And when they did meet, there were other people around.

Saïda was just as frustrated as Asahd but she hid it better. She had her friends who constantly surrounded and distracted her during the day. She also had Noure’s calls to remind her that she was supposed to be with him. Everything was fine most of the time for her, but only during the day. At night, no matter how hard she tossed and tried, Asahd invaded her senses. So much that sometimes, she thought she was feeling the pressure of his lips against hers. It was a confusing and frustrating experience for both. Most especially for Asahd.

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Asahd’s POV:

It was the weekend and I’d just returned from an important meeting with my parents and the nobles, concerning the first ceremony to be carried out for my future crowning.

I was tired and my head ached because throughout, I kept thinking of Saïda. So much it hurt. I couldn’t spend another day or night without kissing.

I was halfway up the huge stairway when I stopped.

′I need to see her. I need to talk to her. I need to kiss her. Fuck the damned rules and promise.′

I thought, feeling the vein at my temple pulse. I turned immediately and rushed down the large stairs. I reached the bottom and asked one of the servants walking by.

“Please, do you know where Saïda is?” I asked, feeling breathless all of a sudden and uncomfortably loosening and pulling my tie, which suddenly seemed tight, completely out.

My heart was beating real fast for a reason I ignored. I really thought it was going to burst out of my chest. That was how desperate I was to have Saïda in my arms again. Right there, I felt like some dependent drug addict that needed his doze of drugs. Saïda was that drug.

′A whole week. A fricken week! I waited way too much. Waaaaay too much.′

“I don’t know, my Prince. I’ve not seen her around. I last saw her at around 12 this afternoon,” the boy replied.

Prince?” he asked, worried and staring at how restless I seemed. I smiled and immediately

Just feeling the heat,” I stated with a little chuckle, unbuckling the first three buttons of my white shirt and

be fine. Here,” I took my suit off and gave it

it to

Majesty,” he bowed and

I looked around.

not be with Noure, somewhere. She still doesn’t understand she’s

accept it. Even if

and started walking towards the

places where she could’ve been but she wasn’t

degrading, according to tradition here. Apparently if I want to see an employee, I send for him or her. I don’t go in search of

isn’t an employee,” I muttered to myself and left the room where I

to sneak my way through the pantry, pass in front of the kitchen without being seen and making sure I wasn’t seen by any guard I came across. Believe it or not, I succeeded. I got to the long corridor with many doors. I tried to remember which one was Saïda’s. I

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Saïda’s POV:

to rest. I’d retired to my room to have siesta, but I’d ended up

my thoughts clean. How could I? I couldn’t stop thinking of how he kissed me. How he’d humped

muttered, breathless. I shut my thighs tight at the memories.

help. I’m

tight. It was always the same issue since we’d returned. Whenever I was idle and alone, Asahd automatically popped onto my

He’ll

I unplugged it and dialed Noure’s number. It didn’t ring. His phone was off

Go help them in the kitchen and distract yourself.

I’ll do just that.′

and put my phone down. Almost immediately, my door opened slowly and I turned. My eyes grew wide and my heart skipped

prince, what

hushed me immediately and I watched in shock as he closed the door and locked it. He seemed breathless and I

so damn

-GET A GRIP!′

I snapped out immediately.

here??” I asked, feeling drowsy due to the sweet smell of

“You shouldn’t be here!”

we need to talk,” was his husky reply, his chest slightly heaving. I almost passed out at how

′Uh no.′

knowing what was

Asahd, stay right there, please,” I begged, stepping back

need you to listen,” he said and stepped closer. I

“Y–you promised, Asahd.”