Royalty Gone Bad

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Writer’s POV:

Saturday at last! The last and final day of the royal wedding! The guests were on time and everyone was in front of their TVs again.

It was one in the afternoon and the atmosphere was full of excitement and happiness. Everyone was present. Asahd’s exes were back to see if it was really going to happen, most hoping he would change his mind at the last minute. Sorry for them.

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Soon enough, the ceremony started.

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As usual, the Prince made his appearance first. The people clapped, cheered and all admired him. He was handsome in a black sherwani with golden embroidery to match his turban and shoes. He looked expensive!

The first part of the ceremony was taking place in the gardens, where everyone could see them. A stage had been built and two beautiful chairs had been placed at the top for both of them.

Asahd took his seat and waited patiently. He was as handsome, elegant and charismatic as always.

Some time after, his wife joined him. Accompanied by her happy father and aunt. She had a beautiful black dress on with golden embroidery on it, matching her scarf and heels. Saïda was so beautiful that those who were jealous of her wanted to disappear.

Everything on her was perfect. Her hair, her make up, her jewels... Everything.

′Nothing but a few hours left...′

Asahd thought with a smile, standing and coming down the stage to welcome his sweetheart.

Saïda smiled back and grabbed the hand he’d stretched out. They stared into each other’s eyes and Asahd lowered his head to kiss her forehead and then cheek. This caused whistles and some cheers from the crowd, Asahd’s parents being amongst the happy cheerers.

“My wife is the prettiest. The most beautiful woman.” he muttered, caressing her cheek and caring less that everyone watched their every move.

“And my husband is the most handsome man alive.” she replied with a little giggle. He smirked and she blushed.

The guests watched them get on the stage, hand in hand, and sit. The ceremony began.

The Neggafates (The wedding organisers, makeup artists, hair dressers, stylists etc.), surrounded the stage where the couple sat.

The imam was present again and started by reading some verses of the Qur’an. Everyone listened carefully till it over.

Next up, praises were sang.

This first part of the ceremony lasted for up to thirty minutes.

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When done, all the guests left the gardens and went to the main and very big hall where they gathered and waited for the newly wedded. They sat at their tables.

The couple had gone to change their outfits as throughout that day, they would be changing their outfits till it was evening and time for the soirée, where they would wear their last outfit.

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Asahd wore a long, designed coat, with a golden shirt on the inside that matched his shoes. His trousers were white. He looked so good in every single thing he wore.

He was led by his men and some Neggafates, into one of the corridors that led into the main hall.

There, he waited for his bride as they were going to make an entrance together.

Meanwhile...

In her beautiful white dress and veil, Saïda was accompanied by the other Neggafates and her maids, into a room where her Amariya was awaiting. Four of the guards were waiting there too. The special chair was so beautiful that it gave her goosebumps. It was her day and she was sure never to forget it.

With her aunt’s help, and that of her maids, Saïda was made to sit in the Amariya. Immediately she was well seated, the four guards carried the special chair on the shoulders. The bride was now in the air and was as beautiful as ever.

“Are you ready?” her aunt asked with a bright smile.

“Yes I am.” Saïda took a deep breath. Her jawbones were already hurting from smiling so much. And she wasn’t the only one with that problem.

“Let’s get you to your man, then.” her aunt replied and they chuckled.

Soon, they left the room and headed for the corridor where the Prince and his men were waiting for them.

Asahd’s POV:

I waited patiently, my heart racy like it’d been for the past weeks and days. Finally. I was going to sign the damn paper and make her officially mine. There was no one as excited as I was at the moment.

′I don’t think even Saïda is as excited as I am.′

I thought with a smile.

′Calling her my wife. Pinch me, I’m dreaming.′

“Wow.” my friends said in a chorus and I snapped out, looking at them.

“That’s your sweetheart, coming.” Amir smile and pointed.

I turned so fast that I almost hurt my neck.

When I saw her. My heart stopped beating for a second or so. I froze and goosebumps covered my skin as I watched the guards carry Saïda towards me. She was looking down at me and seemed so unreal in her white dress. It hard some gold designs at its front to match my outfit.

′If she looks this amazing right now, then what would she look like in her main wedding gown? Will I survive?′

and yet, I was

marrying

they got closer, I looked up at her in

and she blushed, smiling shyly. “I’ve said it about a thousand times between this week and

even more and our friends

my love.” she said shyly, avoiding my eyes a little because her aunt was watching

“Anything for you.”

the chief

ready, my Prince?”

replied and

when he

Writer’s POV:

stood immediately the Prince entered. Right behind him,

from where he stood. Same with the Queen

were so beautiful together and looked very

applause from the guests that

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room, his wife behind him, greeting the guests. He went

lot of tables but Asahd visited them all. He would welcome

time

the couple joined their family at the Royal table to eat a little. Nothing heavy. The dishes served to them and the guests were light. Just the opening dishes

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to go change into their main outfits. The mayor had arrived with the papers and it was about time

servants took all dishes away while the guests sipped their drinks, while

mayor was already seated behind a long

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honey. I’m so happy.” the Queen said with tears in her

her tight and then turned and

had tears in their eyes to see their son in love and getting married. What they’d

do I look?” he asked, turning on

handsome.” they both replied proudly. He smiled, getting all emotional and hugging them

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to toe.

mayor’s table. His three friends behind him as

all waited patiently for the bride to be. They stared

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I, father?” Saïda asked with watery

down his cheeks. There she was. His beautiful daughter.

hard to realise that so

as your mother.” Djafar wiped his eyes and his daughter immediately rushed into his arms, trying hard not to sob too and

her back,

ready? Asahd is waiting.” he smiled at

am.” she

her forehead and gave her

would be

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stood immediately the main doors were opened, struggling to see the

dropped and breaths hitched. She was gorgeous! Everything about her was stunning! Her gown was breathtaking! It was just as white as her husband’s outfit. Saïda looked like a fairytale princess in that

stare at the Prince, seconds

the moment she walked through that door. The

but in a sweet way, given the fact that he was having another mini heart attack. The

and shoulders. They too were in total awe at Saïda and had guessed that Asahd was probably going to pass

through her veil as her father slowly led her down the

realised that Asahd now had watery eyes and still had his hands joined and pressed against his lips. His heart

′Pinch me I’m dreaming.′

down his cheek and the guests applauded and cheered loudly. Saïda’s eyes were very watery

got closer. He immediately went to his wife and gave her his arm.

faced each other, smiling happily. Saïda immediately reached out and wiped his

a little shaky, the Prince raised her veil

Amazing. I love you.” he whispered and kissed

smiled sweetly at

turned to the mayor. Her maids stood behind

mayor stood and

are here to witness the very last and legal union of our Prince

There were cheers.

“Prince Asahd.” he said.

“Yes?”

Do you swear that you weren’t forced into it or marrying this young woman against your own

am willing to pursue our union.”

There were loud cheers.

Khalid.” the mayor turned to

“Yes?”

And that no one has forced you to do so,

swear.” Saïda replied, smiling

More cheers.

“Fathers, please step forward.”

sultan and Djafar did

are in total accord with

sultan signed first, followed by Djafar.

with a smile “Do you take, Saïda Khalid,

loud whistles

Saïda’s eyes,

do. With

Applause! So loud that it made the couple