Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 68

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Saïda’s POV:

At four that evening, I was sitting outside in the front lawn of the palace and thinking of what had happened earlier in the afternoon.

′That was a close one.′

I bit the tip of my thumb nervously.

′Asahd was so angry. I could actually see it in his eyes and through his sarcastic smiles.

Oh gawd. I hope he isn’t angry with me.

I told Noure not to come! I told him not to!′

As I thought, I saw Asahd step out of the palace and down the stairs. He was dressed in his sport attire and I could tell he was going to the gym.

He was frowning as he entered one of the Royal cars, joined by a guard and a driver. They drove off.

′He’s probably angry with me.′

I watched them drive out of the property. He had his own personal gym in the palace yet if he decided to go to the public one, then it meant he wanted to be away from the palace people.

′From me?′

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I was chatting with my friends in the garden. It was already six PM.

We were talking about many things but I wasn’t surprised when Asahd’s name popped up as usual. Salma told us how he’d apologised to her and the others did same. Apparently he’d apologised to all of them.

′That’s nice of him.′

“Honestly,” Aya started with a giggle. “I don’t care about the apologies because I was never offended. If he asks me to massage him again, I would!”

“We all would. That’s no secret,” Aisha added and they laughed.

“Have you noticed that he doesn’t bring all these strange and shameless woman back to the palace, anymore?” Leila asked.

“True.”

“He’s changed,” I told them. “He’s actually become the type to grow true feelings.”

“Sweet. That means he’ll find a wife soon. His birthday is fast approaching, he has to be married then. He’ll soon be 23 and needs to fine a wife before 24,” Salma said.

“He has a year to do that. He’ll have time,” I replied.

“True, true.”

Just then, the Queen stepped out of the palace and we all stood and curtseyed.

“Saïda, dear?” she called, coming closer.

“Yes, my Queen?”

“My son isn’t back yet?”

“No, my Queen.”

“It’s six already. Get a driver and go get him, please.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

I did as told, immediately.

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We arrived the gym and I told the driver to wait. I entered the building and went up the stairs to the private section where the nobles and sometimes the Prince, always trained.

I approached the door and realised it was a little open. I peeped in through the crack. He was alone and had taken his T-shirt off. He was so fine and I admired his svelte structure. But that wasn’t the only thing I noticed. I noticed he was still frowning, even as he lifted his weights. I swallowed a little. He was definitely not in his mood.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

“My Prince,” I curtseyed and he looked at me. He put the weight down. “The Queen, your mother, has requested that I come get you.”

He was silent, his frown still on. He stared straight at me and I flinched. I decided to speak again. He was definitely still angry with me. There was the guard with him, standing at the other end of the room. I turned to him.

“Please, leave. I have something private and important to tell the Prince,” I said and he nodded a little before leaving.

I closed the door and looked at Asahd who was still silent and frowning.

“Asahd,” I started lowly. “I’d asked him not to come. I promise I did.”

“Saïda, it seems like you don’t understand my feelings for you,” he finally muttered.