Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 79

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Asahd’s POV:

I was in a great mood for the rest of that day that had started off in the wrong manner. Djafar, my parents and some employees had asked me about my wrapped hand and blood stained knuckles and I had to come up with some believable story to tell them. They believed.

I couldn’t help it but be in a great mood. I’d never worried about anything and even more now that Saïda had confessed to me. What made me even more happy was what I’d heard her say to Noure, about me. It’d boosted my ago and confidence times 10, when that fool had succeeded in making me insecure.

′In your face, moron. I’d told you I would get her. And I did. It’s not over yet. I will marry her.′

I thought in amusement. There was no way I could’ve let Saïda go. I loved her way too much. If it’d been a case where she didn’t love me back or so, I don’t know in what state I would be. I would probably lose my cool or so, in the worst way ever.

My love for her was actually some sort of sweet obsession. In such little time, a lot had changed between us. I would’ve never believed that I could fall deeply in love with Saïda, to the point of being ready to risk it all just to be with her. If someone had predicted our present situation and had told me back before I was sent to New York, I would’ve called them crazy and maybe even gotten angry at how absurd it sounded. Because trust me, Saïda and I disliked each other very much. I couldn’t stand her at all and had withheld myself from slapping her or so several times.

′And now I’m dying and shedding tears for her.′

Life sure was teaching me a funny lesson. And Saïda definitely thought same too. I remembered an instance about a year ago when I was walking through the palace gardens and heard Saïda gossiping about me to the others, close by behind the bushes.

She’d been condemning my attitude like she always did back then, acting like “Miss Perfect” who had the right to judge others.

She’d called me a Billy goat or so and it had pissed the hell out of me. I appeared where they were and she shut up immediately. Though she’d curtsied, she gave me the most provocative stir ever. I almost lost it. Well, I did.

Having an empty water bottle in my hand, I didn’t even think twice and aimed it hard at her. She tried to dodge but it hit her head hard, to the amusement of the maids with her. She gasped and immediately spoke:

“What type of Prince acts like you?!” she’d exclaimed and I frowned, eyes wide.

“What did you say?! Repeat it!” I retorted, more than ready to catch her and pull on her hair.

“Nothing, your Highness. Pardon my manners,” she apologised in the most fake and insincere manner ever!

“Yeah you better. Stupid,” I’d replied and left, though I heard her grumble and mumble something to the maids that made them laugh a little.

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The thoughts of such instances made me chuckle as I went up to my room. Saïda had always been quite stubborn and whenever I angered or did something to her, she would gather the courage to talk back sometimes or retort. But then, she would apologise immediately or cover up, still in the most insincere or provocative manner. She’d always had that bit of courage because unlike the others, she wasn’t a maid I could treat or boss around disrespectfully.

Not only was she preparing to be my Royal adviser back then, she was also Djafar’s daughter. She knew I couldn’t fire or treat her any type of way because I really considered and cherished her father. And that used to frustrate me so bad and I could only teach her a lesson by giving her so much work to do that she would be more than exhausted at the end of it all. At least that satisfied me a little.

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I laughed again at the thoughts and entered my room. We used to fight and argue like kids or troublesome siblings would and this tired my parents and Djafar most of the time. While my parents scolded me for my “not royal, irresponsible and childish” behavior towards Saïda, Djafar on his side did same. But it never ended. I just couldn’t stand her and we were never together for up to twenty minutes without verbally attacking or provoking each other.

There were times when Saïda would simply shut up and hold her tongue, her eyes threatening to kill me and doing all the talking. And that was just because I was a Prince and she worked for me.

′I would’ve never believed that our tumultuous relationship would turn into this.′

I thought with a smile on my lips. I looked at myself in the glass of my bathroom.

′It’s just amazing. She’s the woman of my dreams now.′

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The next afternoon, Saïda and I were chatting and laughing in the library. We were in great moods because for some reason, Noure had called off the engagement that was supposed to have taken place that afternoon.

What surprised us was the fact Djafar or my mother that had been busy with the preparations, hadn’t complained or gotten angry about the sudden stop.

However, I didn’t really care to find out and waited for Djafar to explain things to us and why Noure had called it off. Saïda had asked him why but he’d ignored her question said he would soon tell her why.

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I was still chatting with Saïda when her father walked in and bowed a little to me. I’d asked Djafar to stop that but the man was so into the rules and customs and so I let him. He looked so happy that Saïda and I had to ask the same question:

“Why are you so happy?” we mused.

“Because I have good news for you my daughter,” he replied with a smile.

“Which is, father?”

“I’ll let your future husband tell you.”

Just then, Noure walked in with a smile. I remained glued to my chair and tried not to lose it in front of Djafar.

Saïda frowned a little and stared at Noure but then changed her expression because her father was present.

I stared at Noure and he looked at me, still smiling and the provocation and competition very clear in his eyes.

“My Prince,” he seemed to muse as he bowed a little.

“Mm,” was my only reply and fucks given.

“Hello, my Darling,” he turned and stretched a hand out to Saïda who gave me a side glance, doubting.

I looked at her in way that meant that she should play along because her father was there. She slowly grabbed his hand and he made her stand, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

′Self-control, Asahd.′

“Aren’t you happy to see him my dear?” Djafar asked with a smile.

“Of course I am, father. I’m just surprised. He called the engagement off after all.”

“Yes, and he’s here to personally explain why,” Djafar replied happily, patting Noure’s shoulder.

We all stared at Noure.

“Sweetheart,” he started and I rolled my eyes. Luckily Djafar hadn’t noticed.

When he rubbed her cheek, I wanted to ask him to back off so bad.

“Yes?” Saïda cleared her throat uncomfortably.

“I called it off because it’s useless now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Why engage you when I can just marry you? I’ve decided, with your father’s permission as well as that of my family, to get married to you after tomorrow instead of next week.”