Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 10

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.

“There,” Saïda pointed at one of the doors.

I was going to leave but Djafar spoke,

“We went shopping and bought new clothes for ourselves and for you too. So we fit in with the people that live here,” he said and handed over more than five bags, all full, of clothes and probably shoes too.

My stomach started to hurt a little because I already expected the worse. I even hesitated to check them. But I eventually did, confirming my fears.

I opened a bag and pulled out sneakers. Sneakers? All sorts of sneakers. And as if those weren’t enough, plain t-shirts, sweaters, hoodies, jeans? Ripped jeans? Shorts!

“Shorts?!” I finally said something, my eyes wide. I was shocked. “Sneakers?! Have I ever worn sneakers?! Apart from when I do sports?? And I don’t even wear these kind of sneakers for sports! Ripped jeans and plain jeans for me?? Hoodies!”

I felt like crying, honestly.

“You are bringing me down to valueless, common and plain attire! I’m a Prince!”

“Where? We know you 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 choke her while I forced a shoe down her throat.

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

“You need to relax,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“I need 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 face.

I was going to rush to her and teach her ass a lesson, but her father intervened immediately.

“Asahd!” he called firmly. “She is right. You need to relax and–”