Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 30

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.

“She is so not his type.”

His sentence surprised and amused the hell out of me. I laughed.

“Father!”

“Honestly,” he chuckled. “She is cute and all but she isn’t his type.”

“His type is artificial?” I laughed.

“No, not that. The girls Asahd always invited to the palace and flirted with, were artificial. But realise something. Those girls were differential from the ones he actually dated, though those relationships never lasted.”

“Really? They all looked like bimbos to me,” I laughed, stirring the soup.

“The ones he played with, yes. Remember Rama?”

“The girl from Casablanca?”

“Yes. She was very chic. Just like every other girl he’s ever dated. They were all chic. The types that were really into fashion, but in a decent way. The ones who weren’t seen hanging out in any type of place or party. The ones who made him look good, you know? Like trophy girlfriends or something. The types 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 called him all sorts of names, not caring if he was royalty or not. Yet, she came back two or three days later to flatter him and ask for forgiveness.”

I thought of it and realised it was true.

“Oh, that’s true!” I mused. “Now that I think of it. Those girls were like clones of one another. Every single one that Asahd dated. They all had the same attitude and 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 spoke very rudely. Asahd had not done anything about it and had laughed his girlfriend’s reaction off. That made me dislike him even more! Whenever a girlfriend of his was being rude to a servant, he would find it amusing and not even defend the person being attacked. Gosh, I couldn’t bear him!”

“And that’s why I say, Allison has nothing to do with his type. I doubt it will last,” he chuckled.

“Father!” I laughed. “Don’t be so negative. I’m rooting for them.”

“If it does last, it will be a very good thing.”

“Exactly. Let’s keep the faith,” I giggled.

“I’m just happy that he’s changing. I’m seeing the change. It’s gradual and slow, but it’s working. You’re seeing it too, right?”

“Of course. Proof is, I laugh and sit in the same room with him without wanting to scratch his face,” I mused and my father laughed.

“True. I was very pleased when the sultan had called me to tell me that Asahd had finally answered his call and had even apologised to him and the Queen.”

“I know right. And that same night, he apologised to you.”

“He’s on the right track. He’s still a little stubborn and demanding, but he’ll get there soon.”

“Hopefully. I’ll be turning twenty in some weeks and I can’t wait to return to Zagreh, so I finally settle with Noure,” I smiled to myself, my cheeks reddening.

“Inshallah,” my father said happily. “And so you take over me and I can finally retire in peace. Allah will take care of everything.”

“Amin.”