Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 11

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Asahd’s POV:

I woke up very early the next morning because I’d slept uncomfortably. The bed was so spaceless and the mattress was stiff. The nightmare wasn’t over. Yet, what was happening to me, wasn’t a dream. This was all real.

I got out of bed and the room. I went to the little kitchen where I found an electric boiler. The joy! I immediately boiled some water and put in a bucket I found in the bathroom. Shower my ass. I wasn’t going to use that shower until the hot water supply was fixed. If it ever got fixed.

I mixed the hot water with some cold water and eventually took a bath.

′I’ve hit the bottom. I, Prince Asahd, bathing with a bucket instead of relaxing in my jacuzzi or huge tub. I am so miserable right now.′

After showering, a lump in my throat, I dried off and wore my sleeping clothes. I grabbed my towel and things before leaving the bathroom. On opening, Saïda was on the other side. Seems she was about to open and get in to shower, herself.

“Good morning, Asahd,” she said with a bright smile. A satisfactory one. The pest was having the time of her life, calling me by my name and saying whatever she wanted to me. No royal obligations now. The lump in my throat grew bigger.

“How did you sleep? Comfortably right? My mattress is quite soft. Luckily,” she added, clearly provoking me.

′Slap her hard.′

I thought. But then I remembered she was still Djafar’s daughter. Ugh!

“Are you provoking me?” I asked, slowly.

She smiled even more.

“Me?? No,” she said as innocently as possible. “I’m just happy with a this new life. I’m happy we are living it. You are living it. That you have no choice but to live it. It’s amazing right?” she said proudly, folding her arms.

’Breathe.′

I stared at her.

“You have something nasty in your hair,” I said slowly and her smile faded a little.

“What? Where??”

“Here.”

Before she could guess my intentions, I grabbed a hand full of the hair at the back of her head and pulled on it. I pulled hard enough to make her head fall back and make her scream.

“Aah! Asahd! Asahd you’re hurting me!” she squealed, helplessly hitting my chest and trying to break free.

“Oh, I am?” I asked, looking down at her short self. “And now?”

I pulled even more and she squeaked.

“Aah! Asahd!” she screamed, her voice cracking like she would cry. I chuckled, savoring the moment.

“Stupid. Less mouthy, huh?” I mused. “I don’t like your bratty ass. The more you try me, the more I’ll ignore the fact that you’re Djafar’s daughter.”

“Ow! I’m serious! It hurts!” she yelped.

I eventually let her go and she stepped away with a frown and red cheeks. I smiled, satisfied that I’d hurt her.

“Let’s see if you survive a week,” she scoffed. “Start thinking of a way to find yourself a little job, else you’ll be eating nothing but canned beans.”

Saïda behaved like that very annoying and bossy little sister you wanted to lock up and slap when bored. Even when in Zagreh, we would argue like cat and dog, but she would mind the things that she said because I was a Prince. Now that we were in New York, I was in for more nonsense and I wasn’t going to take it.

“Come closer and say it to my face,” I stated, stepping closer. She backed away immediately.

“Never,” she retorted, folding her arms.

“You are a witch.”

“Don’t call me that, Asahd,” she said with a little frown. Being quite the religious type, Saïda hated being called some names.

“You’re an omen. A really bad one.” I walked up to my door’s room and got in.

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Later that morning, I wore some of the common clothes. I felt terrible. I looked terrible! I wasn’t used to this! I wore sneakers! Sneeaaakers! A T-shirt and a Jersey! I realised that not all the trousers in the bags, were jeans. But still, they were cheap material!

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After that, I joined Djafar and Saïda at the little table for breakfast. Pathetic breakfast. Toast, butter, jam and milk. And that was it.