Royalty Gone Bad

Saïda’s POV:

“Wow. Since you say she’s nice, I do hope they get along quite well,” my father told me that evening after I’d told him about Allison.

“Me too. Can’t wait for him to come back and tell us how it went.”

“I wonder what she looks like. Asahd is very sophisticated,” Dad mused and I laughed.

“Oh, she’s nothing like his exes. She’s so simple compared to them. She’s as simple as I am.”

“Are you serious?” he asked in disbelief and with wide eyes, making me laugh.

“Yes.”

“It’s hard to believe. I have to see her first,” he chuckled.

Just then, someone unlocked the door from outside and Asahd stepped in. I almost jumped out of my seat but luckily, some force held me down. That would’ve been awkward as hell. It amused me how impatient I was to hear how his date went.

“Hello in here,” he smiled and closed the door behind him. We replied and smiled.

“I want to hear details,” my father said before I could, surprising us and making us laugh.

“It went great. Guess I have a girlfriend now?” he mused and joined us.

“No way!” I squealed.

“Tell us everything.”

We listened to him tell us how the night went and how Allison was kinda fun to be with.

“That’s nice. I do hope with time you’ll grow feelings for her too. She seems very down to earth,” my father said.

“Mmm, we’ll see about that,” Asahd stretched a little and turned to me. “Please, I’m hungry. What I ate at the restaurant was just to tickle my stomach,” he mused.

“Alright. Lemme warm the food.”

“You’re a darling.”

I stood and went to the kitchen, while still listening to their conversation.

“Do you have a picture of her?” my father asked.

“I think,” he took his phone out and gave it to my dad. I watched my father’s reaction in amusement. He was about to confirm that Allison wasn’t all artificial and stuff.

“She’s very pretty.”

“Yup,” Asahd took his phone back and stood. “I’m going to shower real quick.”

“Okay,” we both replied.

Once he was gone, I was going to say something but my father spoke first.

so not

the hell out of

“Father!”

“She is cute and

type is artificial?”

not that. The girls Asahd always invited to the palace and flirted with, were artificial. But realise

like bimbos to me,”

he played with, yes. Remember

“The girl from Casablanca?”

that made other people approach him to compliment their couple. They were all well behaved and were snobs too. None of them were timid and always told him what they were thinking, yet they remained submissive to him most of the time. Remember when Amina slapped Asahd in the gardens? She’d insulted him and

thought of it and realised

annoying manners. Once Aisha tripped by accident and the glass of water she was holding, poured a little. It didn’t even touch Rama’s feet! Yet, she gave Aisha the ugliest stare and

Allison has nothing to do with his type. I doubt it

be so negative. I’m rooting

it does last, it will be a

the

It’s gradual and slow, but it’s

Proof is, I laugh and sit in the same room with him without wanting to scratch his face,”

me to tell me that Asahd had finally answered his call and had even apologised to him

And that same

He’s still a little stubborn

can’t wait to return to Zagreh, so I finally settle with Noure,” I

my father said happily. “And so you take over me and I

“Amin.”

silent for a while

hope you’ve not

“Hahaha, no father.”

contacts me instead, so that wasn’t

“Okay. Good.”

***

step out of his room before wishing us

say because of my father!” I giggled as we sat at

“I smashed.”

grew wide in shock and my smile

“What?!”

He laughed out.

gawd, you believed that??” he mocked and I suddenly felt stupid.

“You’re terrible.”

telling her I don’t like her yet? And I don’t even have that

and I don’t want you to be a

grew wide at me, and so did

he exclaimed, scaring me a

Something in my

word! You just said ‘fuck’! Hahaha! What

burned and the embarrassment as