Royalty Gone Bad

Chapter 72: 72. Trust & Heartbeats

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Writer’s POV:

Saïda left Noure’s presence, irritated once again. Even though she tried every single time to be with him, the way she used too, it’d become so hard. Ever since she’d tasted something different. A different man. Asahd.

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She returned to the palace at around five that evening.

Asahd’s POV:

I was in the library again that evening, studying and discussing with my father. My first crowning ceremony was in a few days and I was a little nervous.

“I heard Hammar came here today,” my father said with a smile, once we were done with the study.

“Yeah.”

“I bet you were very happy to see her,” he poked me a little and I laughed.

“Yes, I was glad. She’s cool.”

“Cool? That’s it? I remember you used to like her very much. I’m glad she’s back. I think she’s actually perfect for you,” he mused.

“Oh no,” I laughed. “You and mother are trying to cause something between Hammar and I.”

“Something already exists between both of you. Always did. If you hadn’t travelled for studies, who knows how close you would be today?”

“I see where this is going. Mama whispered something about a wife and so on. Let me be clear, father,” I mused and leaned in. “Hammar is s great person, a friend and someone I used to appreciate and still appreciate. But, I’m not going to marry her.”

“But why??”

“Because, father,” was my only reply.

“Asahd, you’ll soon be 24. You need someone already. If you weren’t the heir, you could marry at whatever age. But you’re the future sultan. You need a future Queen.”

“I’ll find one, myself.”

′Already have. All I need to do, is make her leave Noure for good. And as fast as possible, I engage and wed her.′

“Why not, Hammar?” he asked, trying to understand why I didn’t want an ex I really appreciated.

“Father, I want to be as lucky as you. I want my marriage to be that of love too. You weren’t forced to marry mother. You found her and fell in love with her. Give me time. I promise you. I’ll find a wife for myself before I turn twenty four. I have time. I’ll be turning twenty three next week. I have a year ahead to find someone.”

“But you used to like Hammar so much. If you spend a lot of time with her like you used to, maybe the feelings will come back.”

I chuckled. My father was so stubborn.

“Father, if I don’t fall in love with the woman of my choice, then I’ll marry Hammar. Promised,” I stood and bowed “Please excuse me.”

“Fine, fine. I really don’t understand you at times,” he said and it amused me. I then left the library.

As I did, I spotted Saïda walking down the same corridor towards the pantry.

“Saïda?” I called out and she stopped and turned. I rushed to her. There were no guards around.

“Good evening, sweetheart.”

She stared blankly at me.

“Good evening, Prince,” she was a little cold and I could feel it.

“What’s wrong?” I asked concerned.

“Nothing. I just realised something. A fact,” she stated firmly and I swallowed a little.

“What?”

Her eyes seemed watery.

us, will lead to nothing

slowing things up for me Noure

“You ignored me the moment she appeared and it opened my eyes. She’s perfect for you. She’s in your lane. She’s a noble. I’m your employee. It opened my eyes. Even if I leave Noure, our relationship will never

love you. I didn’t ignore you. I had to give Hammar my attention for my mother’s sake. I didn’t want her suspecting something between us. And I did it for your reputation. You’re still with Noure. If you weren’t with him, I would’ve spoken to my parents

she replied firmly, wiping

“W–what??”

Noure. We’re not possible. Please,” she started to sob. “Leave me

to swallow and my eyes

to me, Saïda,” I begged her. My eyes prickled so bad that they hurt and I knew

away from me and I’ll stay away from you. Don’t make me hate you, please,” she sobbed. “Stay away from me, please. Approach me in an inappropriate manner again, and I swear on my head, that I’ll

I could say something else,

a hand over my face

and I really wanted

to me,” I muttered, a lump in my throat like

She’d sworn on her head that she would

were actually watery now and there was a pain in my

doing this

ran my fingers through my hair, feeling like I was going to grow crazy. I could hardly breathe straight and my chest started to heave.

what a

Very angry. I lost self-control

servant that probably heard the noise, rushed into the

till I got to the stairway that

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door behind me

let her do

real bad. A pain that was actually

won’t take that

swear on my own head that if you approach me inappropriately again, I will hate

and a

I want, Saïda. I love

my face

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Saïda’s POV:

and cried my heart out. It

have said

sobbed continuously, hugging

no one. I can’t be with him. I’m not like Hammar.

him,” I cried into my pillow, feeling like my lungs were

shouldn’t. I realise it can never be any more serious between

breaking on the inside and I knew damn well that I was in

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Writer’s POV:

days. Saïda avoided Asahd and it was killing him slowly. It wasn’t better on her side either. She sobbed

they tell her that he wasn’t around

parents were around and he had no

her room, she would apply foundation around her eyes to hide how red and

actually would shed tears from time to time, but would occupy himself more in the gym to keep his mind off it. It wasn’t easy though. It didn’t even work. How could it? He saw her every single

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before his ceremony, she had to prepare him one last time and the tension was crazy. She avoided to look him in the eyes for fear of her heart breaking into tiny pieces. She was as formal as possible. Asahd on the other hand, never took his eyes off her.

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arrived. There were over 400 invitees. All nobles were present and the people of Zagreh watched the ceremony, LIVE

and watched

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was done according to years of tradition. Asahd was made to sit on his father’s throne, in front of hundreds and under the eyes of

was in traditional, Royal attire. His robe was Broidered with gold thread and expensive material.

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