Royalty Gone Bad

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Saïda’s POV:

I watched Asahd play with Zahir on the floor. It made me smile like an idiot. Both were so cute and I loved them to death.

Zahir was already five months old and he was even cuter.

“Couchi couchi coooo~” Asahd chanted happily, kissing Zahir’s round cheeks.

He smiled, showing his pink gums. I melted.

“You are so cute! Oh my gawd!” Asahd exclaimed, kissing him over and over again. “Just look at him. My baby boy. Muah!”

I giggled.

“His poor cheeks,” I laughed, joining them on the carpet. “We’re always kissing or suckling on them.”

“Well, it’s his fault,” Asahd kissed him again. “Ain’t it? Ain’t it, boo bear?” another kiss and I laughed.

I reached out and carried my little sweetheart. He was so innocent. His look was the purest.

“Aaaw, I love you Zahir,” I Nuzzled him. “My little Prince.”

“Prince he is,” Asahd agreed, touching his silk hair. “The more he grows, the more he looks like you.”

“Well, that’s perfect,” I laughed. “My genes are stronger apparently.”

“Not fair,” he chuckled and kissed Zahir again.

“At least he has your curls.”

“Yes, he does,” he played with Zahir’s little cheeks. “I love you, son. You will never lack anything.”

“I won’t let you spoil my son,” I laughed. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t become like what you were before New York.”

Asahd laughed.

“Don’t worry,” he mused. “I won’t let him be like that either. I’ll just shower him with love and attention, but teach him respect at the same time.”

“Good,” I giggled and held Zahir closer to me. “Our sweetheart.”

I smiled at Asahd and he leaned in to kiss me.

The best moments of our lives.

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Writer’s POV:

Prince Zahir was the centre of attraction in the palace. His father went everywhere with him. Asahd loved his little boy to death.

As time flew, whenever he had to travel, he would always take his wife and child along. Even adults envied the young Prince. He had the best toys, clothes, teachers and much more. His grandparents showered him with love, just as much as his parents. At three, little Zahir was already a sweetheart. He was the cutest, most respectful little boy. As he grew, he seemed to look more like his mother, than his father, as noticed a long time ago. He even had her dimples. Who could refuse him, anything? The entire sultanate was in love with the sweetheart.

Zahir played a lot like the child he was and it was almost impossible for anybody to dislike the little boy. Asahd sure was proud of his son.

toddler, to the park, played with him and always took him along whenever he

for him and his little Prince. Whenever they went out

best life with a husband and child that loved her just as much as

of it all, the future Queen was already seven months pregnant and carrying her second child with Asahd. Zahir was going to be two years and a half older than his upcoming sibling. The grandparents

were living their

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Asahd’s POV:

asked Saïda after fixing my

as always,

I smiled at her.

and kissed her, then I squatted and kissed her round tummy covered

sultan of Zagreh in some hours. The nobles had decided that the crowning be done

happy that he’ll be having a little one to play with,” I told my wife,

looked over at our three year old son, all dressed up and busy playing on the

heart swelling

and pecked

But yes I am. And

hugged me. “Now let’s

turned to my

“Zahir?”

up and immediately stood before rushing over to

prince,” I chuckled and

he nodded with a

boy. Let’s

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Writer’s POV:

either LIVE or through their television screens. It was a special day for the Zagrehian community as a new sultan and queen were about to

in her almost ending term of pregnancy. She was

maternal grandfather while his parents went

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ceremony began with the Qur’an being

he was willing to hand over the throne to his son and that he believed wholeheartedly that the Prince was mature, responsible and good enough to take over. Which

in the people of his community. Even before the crowning, Asahd had already succeeded in regaining the people’s trust and confidence in him. Same for Saïda who’d greatly contributed to the Prince’s involvement in royal duties. Even the

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that listed out some ‘vows’ to the sultanate of Zagreh. They were vows that the Prince had to read and eventually accomplish, once crowned sultan. In order

Right after, the queen read hers

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were carried out and the time came for Asahd and

to sign a legal document and when they did so,

the watchful eyes, Asahd’s father took his royal turban off and put it on his son’s head. Then, he went on to remove the royal scarf he hand

royally decorated veil and putting it over Saïda’s head.

a noble announced to the joy of the people and loud royal horns were

to the new

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Asahd’s POV:

was very happy indeed. My parents, Saïda and I sat at our table with little Zahir on my lap. I was finally

now?” Zahir asked in his

I smiled and kissed

grandpapa?” he asked, reaching