"ROYALTY GONE BAD" ✔️

Chapter 7 (Ignorant Asahd)

"Asahd, you didn't let me finish." the sultan stated.

"Then please do before I really lose my self control on both of you."

"Are you imposing conditions and threatening us?" the Queen asked in disbelief at how even more rude, Asahd was getting.

"Let it be." the sultan calmed his wife, immediately. There was no need losing their temper, Asahd would soon regret.

"Yeah, like he said." Asahd scoffed and put more food in his mouth. His parents stared at him, each trying hard not to go off on him.

"As I was saying..." the sultan continued, "...being locked up for two days is our little punishment for what you did this afternoon. But on the third day, we're planning to send you away on a trip to the United States."

Asahd looked up.

"What for?" he asked, his mouth full.

"Asahd, manners." his mother stated. He stared briefly at her, put more food in his mouth, and then turned to his father, again.

"What for?" he repeated, mouth still full. Asahd was really bad temptation. He could make any older person want to beat his ass up.

"For a vacation. You've never been there. But I know you've always told me that you wanted to go."

"Keep talking." he chewed.

"You went to Australia and came back. But the holidays aren't over, yet. And so, you can spend the rest of them in the US. Just so you feel better."

"Now, you're talking." Asahd smiled, putting more food in his mouth and chewing happily.

"Ever wanted to visit, New York? Florida? Chicago?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Then you will. Djafar and Saïda will be with you."

He stared at the sultan, his smile fading.

"I love Djafar's presence and would be glad if he comes with me. But why the fuck is Saïda in this, too? I can't bare her."

"Language!" his father snapped.

"Sorry." Asahd apologized, quickly. Not because he was remorseful but because he didn't want his father angered anymore, because he thought it might change his plans of wanting to send him on a vacation.

"Djafar is her father. And she is your assistant. They're going with you because you've never gone there before. And you don't have to be alone. They will follow and carter for your needs."

"Said that way, it sounds better." Asahd replied, eating his meal.

"Are you happy with it?" the sultan asked as he and the Queen, smiled at their ignorant son.

"Yup."

He didn't even say, thank you.

"Alright. You will go to New York first. Then the other cities."

"Fine by me."

**

Later that night, Djafar told his daughter about their secret little mission and the rules. She laughed so hard.

"So, we'll have to treat him normally?? We'll have no orders to take from him?" she asked, happily.

"Yes. It is for his own good. Remember he has to know nothing about this. The only time he will know is when we are in New York. With the help of a contact there, an apartment has already been rented for us.
So, immediately we land, that's where we'll head to. It'll become our home, there."

"Hihihi, I can't wait to see his face when he'll realise we'll be spending all our nights there and not in a five star hotel."

"I already feel bad for him." Djafar admitted. "He has never lived a normal or average life. I hope he learns to cope because it's for his own good. And I hope not to give in to his tantrums."

"Oh, father." Saïda hugged her father, "Don't feel bad for him. If you ever feel like giving in, to his tantrums, I'll be there to help you back on the right track. The sultan and Queen can count on me to be strict with the Prince." she ended, already very excited.

"I'm glad you really want him to change, too."

"Of course." she lied with a smile.

'I do not give a damn, if he changes or not! I see this opportunity as payback time! I am soooooo ready.'

She thought, her smile widening. Into an almost scary one.

*😂😂😂😂 Asahd, Asahd. A journey awaits him as from the next chapter. Please vote and comment your thoughts 😘😘😘😘*