Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 6

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Writer’s POV:

The next day, when the sultan left the palace, with his Queen, Asahd decided to once again, disobey his dear parents.

He invited a group of girls that worked for his infamous friend, Abdul, and were shameless women. Escort girls, in other words.

He sat with them in the gardens, sipping on some expensive wine, while the girls pampered and flattered him. It was so disgraceful for a Prince of that status, but he did not give a damn. He was dishonoring his parents, and right there in the palace. When Saïda saw what was going on, she rushed to report to her father who was shocked at the news.

“When will that boy, ever learn!” an angry Djafar stormed out of his room and down to the gardens, Saïda behind him.

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“My Prince, what is this?!” Djafar demanded, trying to keep his cool.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Asahd started in a rather drowsy manner. Djafar realised, he was already very drunk. “Don’t walk up to me and start shouting, okay?”

“Asahd, do you know what will happen if the sultan sees you like this?? Don’t you pity your old man? When will you change?”

Asahd laughed drunkenly and the women at his sides, did same.

“I’m untouchable. He can do nothing. You can do, nothing,” he chuckled and then, finally, he noticed Saïda. “You reported, right? You’re the one who reported. Why are you so–”

“Asahd!” Djafar cut in, forgetting the protocol and royal obligations he had towards the Prince. “Send these women away, before the Sultan and Queen return. I’m doing this for your own good.”

“I do not–” he choked a little. “I do not give a damn. Fuck them, fuck you, fuck Saïda and every single person that tries to tell me what to do.”

“All of you!” Djafar pointed at the women. “Leave. Now!”

The women were going to do as told by the Royal authority, but Asahd stopped them.

“They are going nowhere,” he growled lowly at Djafar. It was getting really complicated.

“Asahd–” Djafar cut his sentence when he heard the Royal horn, signaling the sultan’s return. “Asahd, your father is back. Get rid of these women.”

“I’m not scared of him.”

DJafar tried to persuade him one more time, but it was too late. The sultan appeared, followed by his Queen. What they saw, shocked them. The sultan angrily stormed towards the table where his son sat. The Queen followed, worried and begging her husband to calm down because that anger he felt at the moment, could be dangerous for his health.

“What is this?!” he growled at his son. “Shameless women! Leave my palace!” he ordered and the women literally ran away.

“That was so unfair of you,” Asahd scoffed at his father and stood. He almost fell because of how the alcohol was affecting him.

“And he is drunk?!”

Djafar and the Queen hopelessly tried to calm the sultan.

“Please, your Highness,” the Queen begged.

“You see your son?? You see what he is??”

Asahd who was watching the scene, unaffected, scoffed, grabbed his car keys and was going to leave.

“Where do you think you are going to?!” the sultan growled and immediately called his guards. “GUARDS! GUARDS!”

The Royal guards came running over.

“Grab him and lock him up in his room until I give orders to let him go!”

“What?!” Asahd couldn’t believe his ears. The guards immediately grabbed him, trapping him.

“Make sure he doesn’t leave this palace! Or that room! Else, your heads go down!” the sultan then turned to Asahd. “You stay up there until I decide what to do with your ungrateful and disrespectful, self! Take him away!”

The guards did as told and took an angry and drunk Asahd away. The sultan’s chest began to hurt him and so the Queen, as well as Djafar helped him sit. Saïda retired to the palace and returned with some water for the sultan. He drank and felt better. She then left them to speak.

“My dear, are you okay?” the Queen asked, worried.

“Djafar?” the sultan called.

“Yes, your Majesty?” Djafar bowed.