Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 91

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Writer’s POV:

The next day, the palace people were up early for the last preparations. The birthday and engagement ceremony were going to take place by evening, as from Six PM. But the dowry was that afternoon, at one.

The sultanate was already prepared. Those invited were adding final touches to their chosen outfits, and some choosing theirs that same day. Everyone had chosen their outfits for the first and second ceremonies to hold that day.

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Asahd was awakened by his mother. She entered his room and opened the huge curtains so some daylight would shine into the dark room.

“Maa...” Asahd groaned sleepily, “Close them, please.”

“Get up. You don’t you want to get engaged?” the Queen teased knowingly.

Asahd smiled in his half sleep.

“I sure want to.” he mumbled, forcing himself to sit up.

“Happy 23rd Birthday my love.” his mother said happily, coming over to kiss his forehead.

“Thank you very much.” the Prince chuckled happily “I almost forgot it was my birthday. All I have in mind is that it’s my engagement day.”

“I felt same when I was going to marry your father.” the Queen replied and he smiled.

“Can I see Saïda before we get engaged? Even before the dowry ceremony?” he asked “I saw her like seven times this week. That is, once every single day. And only during dinner. I hardly had time to have my breakfast downstairs.”

“Nope.” the Queen mused, “Especially not today. Customs set in. You’ll be unable to see Saïda throughout. You’ll only see her during the dowry and again tonight. Once engaged, you won’t be able to exchange words with her until your wedding day. Your best men and her maids will see to it that you two don’t meet secretly because they’ll follow you around until then.”

Asahd’s mouth dropped open.

“Are you kidding me??”

“Zagreh’s traditions, honey.” the Queen laughed.

“How’s this even legal?” he mused, though in shock.

“According to our ways, it’s to build a greater need for each other between the future husband and wife. We believe that this will make their marriage last longer and cause them to actually desire each other for as long as possible.”

“Trust me mother, I do not need that.” Asahd chuckled, “I’m already dying to be with her and you’re telling me that I have to wait another week?”

“Mmhmm.” she mused and stood, “Freshen up. Your father, Djafar and stylists would soon be here to make you try your outfits for today one last time. You’ll not leave your room and so will Saïda. You’ll only do so for the ceremonies. Your food and whatever you need would be brought to you whenever you need them. It’s just for today.”

Asahd nodded.

“I really wish I could see her.” he collapsed on his bed again.

“You will. At one. Landry, Amir and Kanaan will soon be here. In time and before the dowry.”

The three guys mentioned were Asahd’s best friends. They’d known him since childhood and had grown with him. He’d even studied with them in Dubai. When he’d finished studying and went to Australia for a vacation, before returning to Zagreh a few months ago, they’d decided to stay back in Dubai and visit places they hadn’t yet. They were always in contact, though he’d last spoken to them the night before he travelled to New York with Djafar and Saïda.

But he’d called them a week ago to announce his wedding. Of course they were sure to come!

They were going to be his best men and so would spend their days and nights in the palace till every ceremony would be over. Each boy was a highly respected noble’s son, belonging to the royal family’s closest friends.

“Okay! I can’t wait. I missed those guys.” Asahd replied happily.

“Me too. Saïda’s aunts are also here, as well her cousins and other extended family members.”

“Alright.”

“Get up now, darling.” she smiled and then left his room.

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On the other side was Saïda with her two aunties, both Djafar’s younger sisters. The oldest of the two would be represented as Saïda’s maternal figure since her mother had passed away. They helped her get ready too.

The Queen met them to know how Saïda was doing that morning and discovered that she was very happy.

She was told the same rules as Asahd, concerning the ceremonies and how they couldn’t speak to each other or meet. Saïda, knowing the customs and traditions by heart, wasn’t surprised. Though she was still a little disappointed by them. She already missed Asahd like crazy. She’d almost not spoken to Asahd the previous week. They couldn’t even text or call each other. Every night, for the past week, she would sleep thinking of him and even dream about him.

The lovers couldn’t wait to be married and all alone. They both had the same thoughts in their individual rooms. They wanted to kiss, cuddle and make love. But there was no way. Plus, they had seven more days to wait. How frustrating.

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By 11, Asahd was done trying his outfits for the last time. Everything was in the perfect order.

“Let it pass real quick.” Asahd muttered, removing the last outfit and still thinking of Saïda.

“Patience, son.” the sultan who’d heard him, mused. He and Djafar laughed a little as well as the the stylists.

Asahd shook his head in amusement and turned to them.

“Seven more days. And they haven’t even started yet.” Asahd chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’ll pass. You’ll see.” Djafar mused.

“True. But it won’t be easy either. I almost lost it when I had to marry your mother.” the sultan chuckled.

“True. And I when I had to marry Saïda’s mother.” Djafar added.

Asahd stared at them.

“Wow. Thanks a lot. Makes me feel better.” he said in the most sarcastic manner and the men laughed.

“Don’t worry. Let’s leave you for now to go prepare. We have only two hours left. I’ll be back at 12 to get you ready. The guests will surely be arriving by then. You’ve still not touched the breakfast that was brought to you. Go eat.”

“Alright father.”

The men excused themselves and left the Prince.

Asahd left his dressing room and entered his room, sitting at the little table in a corner where his breakfast had been kept.

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He was still eating when his door slowly opened and three people walked in. He literally jumped. His best buddies.

“What the hell?!” all four of them shouted in a chorus, jumping and immediately running towards each other.

They hugged happily, laughing out loud.

“Maaaan! You were gone missing for months!” Kanaan laughed “And when you call again, it’s to tell us that you’re getting married?!”

“To Saïda, bitch!” Landry and Amir added in a chorus and Asahd laughed.

“How in the world? Saïda?!”

“HAHAHA! I missed you idiots!” Asahd laughed and they hugged happily again.

“It’s a long complicated story. I swear.”

“Son!” Amir started, jumping on Asahd’s bed, “We got all the time!”

They all laughed and the two others joined him. Asahd remained standing to explain.

“We have forty five minutes, actually. We gotta get ready at twelve. So start talking.” Landry laughed.

“Hahaha, okay.” Asahd started, “First of all, I’ve changed guys. For real.”

“Seriously??” they asked in a chorus and surprise.

“Yeah.” Asahd chuckled, “I’ve learnt to give my parents the respect they deserve, I’ve stopped with the tantrums, the excessive drinking, being unbearable in general.”

“Thank God!” Kanaan exclaimed.

“Are you serious??” Amir asked.

“I am.”

“That’s great, man! You used to be an asshole.” he mused and they laughed.

Unlike people would probably expect, Asahd’s friends were the type to advise him when they could.

Yes, they all partied, drank, wooed women and did the craziest of things with him, but they were never for him being disrespectful to his parents and elders, bring rude and insulting towards those under him, throwing useless tantrums, even with them. They weren’t for him, starting to do drugs, drinking excessively and without moderation, and many other bad habits he used to have.

They always tried to advice him but he would give them deaf ears or call them off. Sometimes even get angry with them.

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“I know.” he chuckled, “And I don’t know how you still took in my nonsense and never left me.” the Prince added.

“We love your ass man.” Landry said.

“Facts.” the others agreed.

“I love y’all too. I want to apologise for my wrongs. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Now speak! Time’s running out!”

Asahd laughed and then told them his story. The reason he changed being the fact that he was tricked into going to New York. His friends understood why they’d been unable to reach his phone for months as he’d changed number to an American one, once in New York.

The young men listened to the entire story. They laughed their asses out when Asahd told them funny instances like when he saw the apartment for the first time and realised he had to live in it, how he got robbed, his new clothes and his first days, looking for a job.

He went on to tell him how he and Saïda started getting close, how he was gradually changing and how things got better with each day.

He told them about their first kiss, his sudden need to be with her, his jealously towards Noure and how he seduced Saïda without her even realising. He told them everything that happened in New York! Even the little sensual moments they had, though he didn’t give details. That’s just how close he was with them.

“Whuuuuuttt??” all three guys almost lost it, shouting like they always did and Asahd almost died of laughter.

“You humped and ate her out with Djafar in that house?!” Amir gasped.

“Shh!” Asahd hushed in amusement and they laughed.

“Finish! Tell us what happened next.”

He told them the rest and their eventual return to Zagreh when things got even more serious. He told them how he confessed his love, couldn’t stand Noure’s presence and even told them about their heated encounters when Saïda had told him the truth. He told them how Saïda confessed back and fully, how she defended him in front of Noure and literally threatened him. How Noure called off the wedding and they confessed their love to Djafar and all that happened after.

“What a story.” Kanaan clapped and they chuckled.

“It’s so surprising. You really are crazy for her. It’s even shocking.” Landry mused, “We’ve all witnessed your cat and dog fights, her provocations. There’s a time you threw a book at her in front of us.”

“A time?” Amir laughed, “Several times, we witnessed him throwing objects at her.”

“And pulling on her hair.” Kanaan added with a laugh.

“I know right.” Asahd chuckled.

“How did your exes take the news?”

“Terribly.” Asahd shook his head and the boys laughed.

“So,” Kanaan wriggled his brows playfully, “...you’ll get to completely feel your future wife for the first time, in a week.”

The others cooed and Asahd’s lips twisted in amusement. His friends froze, their smiles fading and mouths dropping. They knew him too well and could read his expression.

“Wait.” Amir muttered.

“Have you already–” Landry couldn’t even complete his sentence.