Royalty Gone Bad

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Writer’s POV:

Asahd sat on a table in the library, watching Saida walk up and down, nervous and anxious too. He was rather calm. He had complete trust in his mother’s power to convince. And plus, his father had approved it over the phone. Even if the nobles refused, his father would soon arrive and speak to them again. If they still refused, Asahd would still marry Saïda, no matter what. He’d already made his mind up and he wasn’t bothered at all.

When Saïda passed in front of him, he grabbed her hand immediately.

“Come,” he pulled her close till she stood in between his legs. He caressed her face. “Don’t worry, dear. Try to calm down.”

Saïda nodded and he pulled her closer till her head touched his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight. She felt so good and warm in his arms. She hugged him back, inhaling his sweet smell.

Saïda’s POV:

I pressed my face against his white shirt, inhaling his perfume and actually hearing his heartbeat. I was so nervous. I was impatient to know the nobles decision.

′Please let them allow us to be with each other. I can’t live without him now. It’s too late for me to back out. My feelings are way too strong.′

“What’s taking them so long, Asahd?” I muttered, my chest hurting.

“I don’t know,” he replied gently, kissing my head.

“What if they don’t want us together?”

“I’ll still marry you. Simple. I’ll not let some dumbass rules chose whom I’m supposed to fall in love with and marry,” he stated firmly, raising my chin and making me look at him. “I’ll marry you no matter what.”

It was a fact. If the nobles refused something, the royals could still insist and do whatever they wanted. Asahd sure was going to do that.

“I’m the only man you’ll be marrying,” he muttered, his gaze dropping to my lips. “I’m the only man you’ll be calling your husband. I’ll be the only man to father your children, Saïda. Never doubt that, Okay?”

“Okay,” I replied lowly, goosebumps covering my skin in that same sweet way.

“We’ll be a family. You’ll carry my name. Whether approved by the nobles or not.”

′Saïda Usaïd. I love the sound the sound of that.′

He slowly brought his lips down on mine and kissed me deep. I melted in his arms. I could not live without him. I was literally obsessed with him now. Asahd had awakened something I never knew existed, in me. My whole being was now submissive to him. I didn’t know I could completely be head over heels for a man. I never knew I could be this desperate to be with a man I wasn’t supposed to be with in the first place. Asahd had proven that the ′hard to believe‘, the ’impossible/forbidden’, was very possible and could be very sweet.

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He kissed me in the most loving manner. And then we parted reluctantly, keeping our forehead’s joined.

“What have you done to me, Asahd?” I muttered, smiling a little and feeling better after his kiss.

“I could ask you the same question,” he smirked. “There was a time when love and marriage weren’t even on my mind. And that time was a few months back, only. Here I am,” he smiled and caressed my cheek, I leaned into his touch.

“I’m crazy in love and I want to marry you as fast as possible so I don’t have to worry about you being taken away from me.”

“That’s exactly what I think, concerning you,” I smiled and hugged him tight. “In just a few month, it feels like you’re running through my veins.”

I looked him in the eyes and he smiled mischievously, making me laugh and redden.

“It’s true. You’re like poison,” I muttered, biting my lip. “Spreading so fast and killing me slowly.”

“Then it’s perfect,” he whispered and lowered his head. He pecked my lips softly. In no time, my worries were gone and I had even forgotten about the nobles meeting. I cared less, rather.

He pecked me a few times and then he took my lower lip into his warm mouth, suckling gently on it.

′There is no way I’m letting him go! I don’t even care about the nobles decision anymore. I love this man and I must be with him.

Asahd, you make me insane. How is it even possible to love so much that it hurts.′

Asahd’s POV:

I pulled on her sensitive and kiss-swollen lip, till I let go. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest, every single time I was with Saïda. I was crazy over her.

simple kiss from hers. I didn’t care. She was the woman

neck. Our foreheads and noses, touched. We stared into each other’s eyes. Then she lowered her head and buried her face in my

would confess our love for each other,

dislike me, annoy me. The

would insult, disrespect, threaten, run after to pull on her hair to hurt her, and I would

amused me and

But she wouldn’t say anything. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she couldn’t, due to the fact that I was the Prince. She used to be so provocative and I didn’t spare her most of the time. We used to be cat and dog. Saïda used to act all innocent and harmless

or aim for her hair. There were a few times when I’d actually really hurt her by doing so and her eyes would water. I’d immediately leave her alone. Though I would not apologise, I didn’t like seeing her tears. Yes, even back then, I hated seeing her cry but refused to

worship her. All I wanted was to protect her and

treat you,” I

“How?”

made you shed tears when we had fights,”

She smiled a little.

heart. If I had, I would have hated your guts. Plus, you only behaved like that when I provoked you. And I always did that,” she

knew perfectly well that I would launch at you right

to prove that I wasn’t afraid of you, another wanted to intentionally spoil your day and ruin your mood. And strangely,” she laughed a little. “Another part of me actually wanted you to run after me. It was all funny for me to get you all pissed and irritated. It was almost some game I enjoyed. But I always regretted it when you caught me. Asahd, you would pull on my

up and ruin everything. Sometimes I would stare at you and think of kicking

much. I honestly couldn’t

a hard time. I really feel ridiculous

a better person

especially thanks to

and

way too in love,”

another while until we heard voices approach.

Djafar and my mother appeared. I stood immediately. Saïda looked at me, clearly anticipating what they

I asked, swallowing a

Djafar stepped forward.

you getting married,” he said lowly and my heart

really care about you, but I’ve made up my mind. With or without your permission,

Writer’s POV:

a little after her

how in love my Asahd is. And with Saïda. She’s perfect to me. I’ve always loved

back, courageously and meaning every single word he’d just said. It amused and surprised

at the Queen

shocking,” he told her and she laughed. “It’s so

faced the

really trying to understand how it came about,” he stared from one

Djafar found it

so evident.” the

He turned to Asahd. “Son,

Asahd mused a little. “D– Did the nobles accept?” he stammered,

Djafar started. “There was a vote because the nobles seemed to disagree amongst

and so did Asahd, his

at the Queen, then back at the

chief nobles. There was a vote and, it was a draw. Five

Their hearts dropped.

does this mean?”

draw, the decision is canceled. Meaning, we don’t

“We can’t

“Yes,” Djafar sighed.

casually.

the

didn’t let me finish,” Djafar added and Asahd stared at

me won’t stop me from marrying

an amused

confusing the already

Royal adviser, I’m a chief noble myself. And the Queen is the supreme authority after

something. Djafar and Saïda are nobles. Most might be wondering why Saïda can’t get married to the Prince if she’s also a Noble’s daughter. Well, she can’t because she works directly under

and Saïda’s