Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 96

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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?′

She hadn’t even worn her main wedding dress and yet, I was already having an asthma attack? A mini heat attack as well.

′Gosh, I’m marrying this Angel.′

When they got closer, I looked up at her in the chair.

“I don’t deserve you.” I muttered and she blushed, smiling shyly. “I’ve said it about a thousand times between this week and the last, but I’ll keep saying it till death do us apart... You are beautiful. In every way, my love.”

She reddened even more and our friends cooed.

“Thank you, my love.” she said shyly, avoiding my eyes a little because her aunt was watching us with a big smile on.

“Anything for you.”

Just then, the chief guard came along.

“Are you ready, my Prince?” he asked.

“Yes we are.” I replied and faced my front

We waited for him to go announce our entrance, and when he did, the doors were opened and we entered the hall.

Writer’s POV:

The guests stood immediately the Prince entered. Right behind him, carried by four men, was his wife.

Djafar’s eyes immediately watered from where he stood. Same with the Queen and her husband.

They were so beautiful together and looked very happy.

There were endless cheers and applause from the guests that were in awe.

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As per their tradition, the Prince walked about the room, his wife behind him, greeting the guests. He went from table to table and welcomed the people, Saïda doing same from up there.

Of course there were a lot of tables but Asahd visited them all. He would welcome them quickly and go to the next.

The process took some time but it finally ended.

After that, 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 as they would eat to their satisfaction during the soiree.

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Before the guests finished eating, the couple was led out of the hall to go change into their main outfits. The mayor had arrived with the papers and it was about time they officially got married!

The servants took all dishes away while the guests sipped their drinks, while waiting for the husband and wife.

The mayor was already seated behind a long table, with the papers ready.

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“Finally, honey. I’m so happy.” the Queen said with tears in her eyes, hugging her only child.

“Thank you, mother.” Asahd hugged her tight and then turned and hugged his father too.

Both his parents had tears in their eyes to see their son in love and getting married. What they’d hoped for, was happening. Earlier than they’d ever thought.

“How do I look?” he asked, turning on himself.

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

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There were gasps of admiration when the Prince reappeared, walking down the middle path with his parents at his sides. He was in sparkly white. From head to toe. A shiny and very attractive groom. His white was pure and made him look like he’d walked straight out of someone’s sweet dream. Saïda’s sweet dream. Prince charming himself.

He went and stood in front of the mayor’s table. His three friends behind him as his best men. Landry was his witness and ring man.

They all waited patiently for the bride to be. They stared at the closed doors and waited.

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“How am I, father?” Saïda asked with watery eyes and a smile.

Goosebumps had covered her father’s skin and some tears were already rolling down his cheeks. There she was. His beautiful daughter. She was getting married. At last. Soon to be the next Queen.

Djafar found it hard to realise that so much was happening all at once.

“You are stunning, my sweet darling. As beautiful as your mother.” Djafar wiped his eyes and his daughter immediately rushed into his arms, trying hard not to sob too and ruin her makeup.

He hugged her back, tight.

“Are you ready? Asahd is waiting.” he smiled at her.

“Yes I am.” she smiled back.

He kissed her forehead and gave her his arm, which she happily took.

“Your mother would be so proud of you.”

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