Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 73

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Writer’s POV:

After that, there was a huge party organized. There was enough food, music and dancing. The partying would last till evening in honor of the Prince.

When he came down from the throne, his parents immediately hugged him happily. They were so proud of him! Asahd was just as happy.

After his parents, Djafar hugged him, very proud of his performance.

“You did great, son. I’m so happy for you,” Djafar laughed happily and Asahd bent over to touch Djafar’s feet, the way he did with his parents, as sign of great respect.

This surprised Djafar who made him stand immediately.

“I’m supposed to get your blessings as Prince, not the other way round,” Djafar mused.

“I don’t think so. You’re a second father to me, Djafar. You deserve all my respect,” Asahd chuckled and hugged the man again.

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The celebration went on and on. Asahd was continuously stopped by nobles and other guests who wanted to congratulate him. He gave each of them, some of his time and thanked them.

Once he was a little free, he immediately searched the crowd for Saïda. He found her in a corner chatting with Noure. He wasn’t going to let that ruin his mood. He was too happy for that. He approached them.

“My Prince,” Noure immediately bowed. “Congratulations.”

“Yeah, thanks,” he hardly checked Noure but gave all his attention to Saïda who smiled a little at him, her cheeks pink.

His breath hitched a little. She was so beautiful and he was so in love.

“Can we talk?” he asked her.

“Yeah,” she excused herself from Noure’s presence and followed the Prince to a more quiet place.

They were standing alone in a corridor to talk. They looked at each other and then he smiled warmly at her, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. She smiled back shyly, rubbing her arms a little.

“I’m so happy for you,” she started. “I knew you could ace it. And you did.”

“Thanks to you. You know you saved me right?” he mused and she giggled.

“Yeah?”

“I was probably gonna pass out or something. Until my eyes fell on yours and your beautiful smile,” he muttered, very tempted to kiss her right there. “You know I need you by my side always, Saïda. What happened in there is proof.”

She shyly tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Just doing my job, my Prince.”

“You still care very much about me, don’t you?” he asked and she reddened. “I really don’t like us being mad at each other. Well, you being mad at me.”

“Yeah,” she scratched her head nervously. “I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you a few days ago. I– I don’t want us to keep being cold with each other too. We can still be friends. Right?”

The Prince smiled a little. He wasn’t hurt. What she’d just said only gave him more hopes. It was more proof that she couldn’t stay away from him and would probably never hate him.

More than ever, he believed that Saïda would be his soon enough. He needed her and he knew she cherished him more than a friend would. He’d noticed how panicked she was for him back when he’d been answering questions. He’d noticed how relieved and happy she was when he’d started answering them again. And most importantly, he’d seen her little jump and scream of joy after the noble had announced that he’d completed the test, successfully. When he’d stopped to smile at her, she’d smiled back and the look she’d given him wasn’t one of a ‘simply’, happy friend. He’d seen more in her eyes.

“Right?” she repeated and he snapped out. She giggled at how lost he’d seemed.

He chuckled and was about to reply when a servant appeared and approached him.

“My Prince?” he bowed.

“Yes?” Asahd replied, his eyes focusing on Saïda’s. He didn’t look away one bit and it amused Saïda a little who reddened and her lips twitched in amusement.

“Miss Hammar Kadir is looking for you.”

Saïda’s smile faded a little, yet she and Asahd didn’t take their eyes off each other. To her sweet surprise, he smirked at her and his gaze dropped to her lips, making her a little breathless.

“You didn’t see me,” was his simple reply to the servant.

“Alright, your Majesty,” he bowed again and immediately left.

Saïda smiled and bit her lip in amusement, her cheeks reddening.

“Hammar won’t be happy,” she mused.

“Who?” he asked with a playful frown and she laughed a little, her heartbeat racy.

They were silent for a short while and Saïda’s eyes dropped to his lips.

′Gosh. I shouldn’t be alone with him. I want to kiss him, especially after all these days of not talking to or touching him.′

She swallowed a little and her breath hitched. The few days that she’d been away from him had been the worsts. Torture. She’d cried every single night, hurting her own self.

She took a step closer to him and was going to say something when a noble appeared at the door and they turned to him.

“Prince Asahd? You are demanded by your father,” the noble said.

Asahd looked at Saïda one last time.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes, my Prince,” she curtsied and watched him follow the noble and away.

She took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip, smiling a little to herself as she remembered how he’d refused to go meet Hammar. He’d been doing that for the past days, avoiding the girl unless his parents were around. Of course Saïda knew it was because of her.

Just then, the girl appeared with a frown at the door.

“Hey, you!” she called rudely and marched up to Saïda who raised a sarcastic brow.

“Talking to me?” she asked with a little frown.

“Yes, I’m talking to you. You deaf? Where’s Asahd??” Hammar asked rudely.

To her surprise, Saïda let out a sarcastic little laugh and clapped her hands once. Then she scoffed, flipped her beautiful long hair and turned on her heel, backing Hammar, before saying:

“Definitely not where you are.”

And with that, she sashayed her hips and her way out.

Hammar stood there staring in confusion and very annoyed.

“What the hell?? Did Saïda just speak that way to me?” Hammar stated, very irritated.

“These maid bitches are beginning to grow wings a little too much.”

Hammar angrily made her way back to the ballroom too.

′I must report to Asahd.′

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Hammar did find Asahd and reported the incident to him. He found it rather amusing, though he didn’t show it. Luckily, he was saved by some nobles and so he immediately left Hammar’s presence, promising to get back to her and do something about Saïda’s case. Lies.

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Saïda’s POV:

At seven that night, the guests were already leaving and I was very exhausted and so I started heading for my room. As usual, I had Asahd in my mind. I remembered how happy he seemed and it made me smile, my cheeks burning.

I was lost in my thoughts about him when I met with Aisha on my way.

“I was looking for you,” she said, approaching me. “Noure’s already leaving with his family. He’s looking for you.”

“You didn’t see me. I’m exhausted,” the words left my mouth without me thinking as I walked past Aisha.

“What??” Aisha asked surprised and I halted and turned to her.

Her expression amused me and I laughed a little.

“Since when are you too exhausted for Noure?”

′Maybe since Asahd.