Royalty Gone Bad

Saïda’s POV:

My father was rather calm but I on the hand, couldn’t help it but be worried about the Prince. It’d been hours since he’d left the apartment and we’d heard no news about him.

“Fa– Dad, it’s eight. What if the Prince doesn’t know this address.”

“Asahd,” he corrected.

“Asahd.”

“He is twenty two. Asahd might be spoiled and whatsoever, but he is a smart boy. I know him well and he is the type to get himself out of any urgent situation. With or without money.”

I was going to say something when there were aggressive knocks at the door. Definitely him.

“It’s open,” I said and a second after, Asahd stormed in. My father and I stood, surprised and wondering at his appearance.

“What happened to y–”

“Save it!” he cut my father. Oh, he was even more furious than earlier that afternoon. “I was robbed! Robbed! And now I have absolutely nothing! I almost got lost in this huge city, because I didn’t know the name of this damned street! I would’ve probably been caught, held captive until the police came and took over! You see everything that’s happening to me?!”

“Oh dear, I’m sorry all that happened to you, Asahd.”

“I just want to sleep!” he ran his hands over his face. “This is just a nightmare that I’m gonna wake up from. I don’t want to see any of you.”

Asahd’s POV:

I was going to walk out of them but I needed to know where I would sleep. The thought annoyed me even more.

“And where am I supposed to sleep?” I asked with a frown.

Saïda pointed at one of

to leave

too. So we fit in with the people that live here,” he said and handed over more than five bags,

to hurt a little because I already expected the worse. I even hesitated to check them. But I eventually did,

bag and pulled out sneakers. Sneakers? All sorts of sneakers. And as if those weren’t enough, plain t-shirts,

I do sports?? And I don’t even wear these kind of sneakers for

felt like crying,

me down to valueless, common

are. No one here does. And know one here cares. You’ll have to deal with it, Asahd. We’re all going to be wearing normal clothing,” Saïda stated and I stared at her, tempted to

don’t give shit, if you wear normal clothing. I’m not supposed to!”

need to relax,” she said, rolling her

to what??” I picked a sneaker and threw it right at her. Luckily, she dodged, else it would’ve hit her hard in the centre of her

to rush to her and teach her

he called firmly. “She is right.

me. You

want anything that is

but I decided it would be better to lock myself up in the prison cell, that was

you can go to hell,” I

bedroom that was supposed to be mine. My dressing room back in Zagreh was

gonna have

I shut my eyes

making me feel a little better was the fact that it had been cleaned and fixed. The bed had also been fixed with new sheets. The bed. Another problem. So

nothing but my boxers, singlets, sleeping clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, body lotion, shower gel, two towels and

palms and a lump in my throat. I was already tired of all this nonsense. Unable to control my feelings, I started to sob. I wasn’t used to any of this. My parents had won.

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I was called