Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 95

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Writer’s POV:

Soon enough, it was Saïda’s purification day. They were now a day away from the traditional wedding and two days away from the modern and court wedding. The impatience seemed to grow.

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According to tradition, the purification day was a day when the future bride, accompanied by her maids, would go out to take care of themselves in preparation of the wedding. It was like a girls day out.

Only thing specific about it was the fact that they had to carry out activities that would cleanse their bodies and take care of their appearance.

Saïda was very excited to begin.

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Saïda’s POV:

Led by four older women in charge of taking care of me, as future bride; my maids and I were taken out of the palace that early afternoon and made to enter one of the royal cars.

I couldn’t lie I was excited. It was one of the best moments of a marriage process and ceremony, for the bride.

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Once in, we waited for the leading women to go enter their own car, ahead.

Soon enough, we all drove out of the royal property.

“This is one of my favorite moments amongst all these different ceremonies,” Aisha admitted and we agreed with bright smiles.

“Finally. A little relaxation won’t do us any harm, will it?” I mused.

“At all.” they replied happily and I giggled.

“What I’m really waiting for is your henna ceremony, later this night,” Salma said.

“I heard they brought the sultanate’s most talented henna artist to draw your designs and beautify your hands and palms,” Yasmin said.

“I heard too. I can’t wait,” I laughed happily.

“Gotta get you all ready for your Prince, huh?” Aisha giggled.

“Mmhmm. Indeed,” I smiled, feeling my cheeks burn.

′Everything is just perfect.′

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First up, our cars stopped in front of the sultanate’s biggest beauty shop. It was so big and had everything in it. It was a building with different rooms and sections on the inside, meant for different and only beauty purposes. I was so ready.

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The four women, who were actually two of my assigned stylists, hair dresser and make-up artist, got down from their cars and came to get us.

We were helped out of the car by our drivers and then led into the beauty Paradise.

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We were welcomed warmly by the owners and employees. We were asked what we would like to start with first and the main woman in charged asked that we be taken to the sauna first.

′I am going to love this.′

We were led to a room where my maids and I, got rid of our clothes and put on white bathrobes that we tied tight.

Two of the female employees then led us to one of their biggest sauna rooms and we got in.

We sat comfortably and they left.

In no time, the soothing heat and vapour started to set in. It smelt of mint leaves and rose petals. We relaxed immediately.

“I feel so good, right now.” I said, my eyes closed as I leaned against the wall and enjoyed the heat.

“Us too.”

“This is really relaxing,” Yasmin cooed and we agreed.

Soon our bodies were all shiny and slippery with sweat as our pores were opening. It was just so soothing. And plus, the silence amongst us while we completely let go and relaxed, made it even better.

As per our tradition, I was being purified through the sauna. The sweat was symbolically representing all iniquities and ‘dirt’, leaving my body and cleansing me so I would be ‘pure’ enough for my future husband. I was definitely loving this particular tradition.

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We enjoyed the sauna in silence and soon, my mind drifted to Asahd. I remembered the short encounter we were able to have, and goosebumps covered my skin.

′Two more days. Just two.′

Just thinking of him made me even more moist than I already was. Thoughts rushed into my mind immediately. Every sensual moment we’d had, even in New York.

The first time he dry humped me.

′The first time he used his tongue on me.′

There was a tingle in between my legs when I thought of it. The first time I had experienced such. I had not even known it could be a thing, a thing that I would love and crave. I remembered the first time I’d actually heard of the act, during our camping night. It had shocked me so much and had left me wondering. I’d never even imagined or thought of allowing a man do such to me. Not even Noure, and Asahd, even less. Especially not Asahd.

′Yet, he was my first in that too.′

I was sweating, but not only because of the sauna’s heat.

“Who would’ve thought,” I muttered to myself, a little smile drawing itself on my lips.

′I’m definitely not complaining now.′

I remembered every instance and sensation. Every single feeling while he pleased me with his tongue, under those covers.

I wanted him so bad at the moment.

′Two more days.′

I was impatient to know what he had in store for me. I started to think of how he filled and stretched me out, every single time we made love. How he gave me orgasms that would drain every bit of energy in me till I blacked out. The ones that left my body shivering, every single time.

′How does he do it?′

The thought immediately caused a sharper tingle in between my slippery legs and so I shut them tight.

′Yalah Saïda. Two days. Just two.′

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After the soothing sauna, we were made to shower in different cabins and then taken to the massage parlor.

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In nothing but our towels, we were made to lie on the massage stretchers and wait. Soon enough, the women in charge of the massages rushed in. Our towels were lowered to our waists.

Coconut oil mixed with another sweet smelling ointment, were applied on my back, shoulders and arms. The lady rubbed gently for a long while and then started to massage properly. I was so relaxed. It felt great. We enjoyed every second!

At a point, they even put hot, black pebble stones on our backs to massage us with them. I didn’t want it to stop. The feeling was amazing.

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After the massage, we received facial treatments. Beauty masks, made with the most natural ingredients were applied on our faces, to soften the skin and cleanse it from unwanted spots and whatsoever.

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After that, we had our hair treatment made, manicure, pedicure, brow carving and much more.

At the end of the day, we felt so ‘pure’ indeed.

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By evening, after we’d returned to the palace, I was in my room when the queen entered. She was accompanied my my maids, the women in charge of taking care of me, as well as the henna artist.

They gathered around me and I was made to chose a design for myself. I chose simple ones for both my hands and feet. Nothing too extravagant.

We all then watched the artist design and tattoo my hands and palms, perfectly and beautifully well. Everything was perfect. I was ready for the traditional wedding, the following day.