Chapter 63: 63. Wee Back -2
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Writer’s POV:
While the Prince, Djafar and Sa?da dozed off, resting from their trip, the pce was busy. Maids and
servants walked up and down to prepare the meals and arrange the long dining table for the 10-20
guests that would be present. It was something private with just nobles and close family friends.
That night would be a very special one to wee the Prince.
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Asahd’s POV:
“Mmm,” I stirred and stretched in the soft sheets. I felt so good! It felt like I hadn’t slept very well in
months.
“We’re gonna be together for as often as possible, honey,” I said sleepily, speaking to myfy pillow
and hugging it tight. I wasn’t going to lie, I’d missed my bed so bad.
After tossing uselessly in bed for a few more minutes, I sat up and buried my face in my palms, waiting
for my vision to adjust.
′Sa?da.′
Her name popped into my head immediately and I sighed, rubbing my arms as goosebumps covered
them. I turned and stared at my bed.
’I hope to share this bed with her. Even if it’s for a night.
No. maybe forever?′
I covered my face again and groaned in frustration.
Just then, there was a knock at my door.
“Yes?”
The door was opened and a maid stepped in. Salma. I felt a little awkward because she was one of the
maids I’d flirted with a little or had asked to massage me.
′I am a jerk. Why did I do that? Now I feel ridiculous.′
“My Prince,” she smiled and blushed, curtseying. “Wee back.”
“Thank you, Salma.”
“The guests will soon be arriving. The sultan and Queen have requested that you be ready in an hour’s
time.”
“Alright. Thank you.”
She smiled again, curtseyed and turned to leave.
“Um, Salma?” I called without thinking and when she turned, I was almost speechless.
“Yes, your Majesty?”
“Uh, I want to apologise for my past behavior and the inappropriate attitude I exercised.”
I was back to the formal type of talking. Whenever back in Zagreh, I started speaking that way almost
automatically.
“Forgive my manners and every inappropriate favor I have ever asked you. If I offended you in anyway,
pardon me.”
The girl seemed surprised and a little amused.
“There’s no harm, my Prince. I was never offended and never will be. You’re the Prince and your every
wish is mymand,” was her casual reply.
I was a little confused but oh well, as long as she wasn’t offended.
“Fine then. Thank you for rifying that to me. You may return to your duties, Salma.”
She smiled and bowed her head before leaving.
“Phew,” I got out of bed and stretched. Next up, I undressed and went to shower.
I entered my huge bathroom and I was so happy. I smiled like an idiot.
“I missed all of you!” I chuckled, referring to the huge shower cabin, the huge bathtub at the center, a
little Jacuzzi tub in a corner, the lifesize mirror on the wall, the sink, the urinal sink, my sweet and
PERSONAL toilet seat. All painted gold. The marble floor was purple and the walls were designed with
ancient drawings. There were oxblood, thick velvet curtains hanging from the windows that made the
room dark and so I had to switch on the lights. There was a huge painting of ady in a corner, a book
shelve with all types of novels and books. I sometimes read those while in the jacuzzi or tub.
“It feels good to be home,” I said happily.
I turned to the lifesize mirror and looked at myself from head to toe.
“I didn’t lose much weight after all,” I mused.
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After a fresh shower, I left the bathroom and went straight into my dressing room. It was as big as my
room back in New York and full of all my clothes and shoes.
′It feels real awkward. I’m d I learnt my lesson and I have to appreciate every single thing I have.′
I thought, touching some of my tuxedos. When I looked at all the designer shoes and ties, I actually
had goosebumps.
“And I was taking all these for granted,” I muttered, feeling like an idiot. “Like I was supposed to have
them. While some don’t even have what to eat, wear or where to stay.”
I swallowed, remembering a dumb instance of months back before I was sent to New York. A servant
had mistakenly touched my suit with a dirty sauce spoon. My reaction had been foolish. I got angry,
went upstairs, changed and asked that the stained suit be thrown away. Something I could’ve washed
myself.
Every two months, I would add at least twenty more tuxedos, shoes, traditional men wear and shoes to
my dressing room. Just because I was a show off and hated repeating an outfit, twice.
I shook my head and tried to forget the annoying thoughts.
“Time to get ready,” I grabbed an outfit and some shoes. “These would be okay.”
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Sa?da’s POV:
I’d finished dressing up and looked at myself in the mirror.
I smiled, happy that I was back. I wore a simple dress and some sandals. Nothing too impressive. I
didn’t wear makeup either. Back to my natural way of being. I was happy. Happy because Noure’s
parents were invited and I knew he would definitely follow them.
“You done?” my father asked, fixing his coat.
“Yes, father.”
“Okay. Go get the Prince. The guests are already here and seated at the table,” my father said.
I’dpletely forgotten that I was still the Prince’s personal assistant and adviser. I had to be with him
always whenever there was a ceremony.
“Okay. Excuse me, father,” I left the room, feeling nervous. I met with Aisha in the corridor.
“Sa?da!” she squealed happily and I did same. I literally skipped before rushing into her arms.
“I missed you, sha!” I said happily and she giggled.
“I missed you too. We all did. You have so much to share with us. We’ll be waiting for you after the
ceremony.”
“Hahaha, okay. Hope you got gossip for me too.”
“Of course!”
“Perfect,” Iughed and gripped her hand “Apany me please. I have to go call the Prince,”
I said, pulling her along.
I didn’t want to be alone with him. There were two guards in front of his room but he would definitely try
to make mee in. Plus, I had no choice but to enter after all.
“Sure! He is even cuter! When he arrived earlier and I saw him, I had goosebumps. Why is he so fine,”
she cooed dreamily as I pulled her along. It amused me.
“You’re terrible,” I mused.
“I’m being honest,” she giggled. “Seems you still dislike him. Typical Sa?da.”
′Oh I don’t dislike him. If only you knew what I feel for him right now. Just his name causes a sweet
feeling down my spine.
-snap out.′
I swallowed and felt my cheeks burn.
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We rushed up the huge stairway and headed to his room. The guards made way and I knocked at his
door.
“Come in,” I heard.
I held my breath for no reason at all and then turned the knob. I walked in, Aisha behind me. He had
his back to us and seeing him elegant in his suit gave me goosebumps. My breath actually hitched and
I tried hard not to think of thest kiss we’d scared.
“My Prince,” I started, sounding breathless. He turned immediately with a smile.
“Sa?da?” he called and then he spotted Aisha too and his smile faded a bit, though he kept one on.
“And Aisha.”
“Yes, my Prince,” Aisha smiled and blushed. We both curtseyed.
“It’s time for you to go and wee the guests, alongside your parents, your Highness,” I said,
avoiding to look him in the eye.
“Okay. I’m ready,” he fixed his suit onest time and walked past us. His perfume. His sweet perfume.
′You’ll see Noure, real soon.′
I thought, consoling myself.
Asahd’s POV:
If Sa?da hadn’t been with Aisha, I would’ve broken my damned promise right there by kissing her
senseless.
′Can run, but can’t still hide Sa?da.′
I thought with a little smile.
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I met with my parents in one of the living rooms. I hugged them and theyplimented me. Then I
followed closely behind them, apanied by guards, to the dining room where the guests all waited.
Djafar announced us and we walked in. The guests immediately stood and bowed, weing us with
bright smiles.
We weed them in return. Everything was okay until I spotted Noure. He stood close to his parents
and my smile faded. But I reced it with another forced one for the sake of the other guests.
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The sultan took his seat, followed by the Queen and then I did same. We all sat down and dinner was
served. There sure was a lot of food, as well as expensive wine and drinks.
Djafar and Sa?da were with us but I noticed Sa?da had chosen a seat opposite Noure’s.
I had to fight my own self in order not to stare at them every second that passed. There was a lump in
my throat, yet I had to be all smiley towards the guests.
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Long minutes after, while we still ate, chatted and were all merry, I saw Sa?da discreetly excuse herself
and leave the long table. A minute or soter, Noure followed.
I clenched my jaw automatically.
′Keep calm. It’s our first night, back here. I should chill and give all my attention to my beloved parents
and the great guests...′
I thought and reached out for some wine which I poured into my ss. A considerable quantity of
course. I had avoided alcohol for a long time now. But that evening, I really needed a sip to calm my
nerves.
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Sa?da’s POV:
I went to one of the little living rooms of the pce where there was no guard in sight. I waited patiently
for Noure and soon he showed up with a bright smile.
“Eeeek!” I squealed and rushed into his arms.
“My darling!” heughed happily and he hugged me tight, carrying me.
“I missed you!” Iughed happily.
“I missed you too!” he put me down and I looked up at him happily.
We were silent for a short while and then he leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back happily. I
expected it to cause some sweet reaction in me, but nothing happened. It was a very good kiss, but it
hadn’t really affected me the way I’d expected it to.
We parted and smiled at each other. We hugged again.
“Will youe visit me, this week?” I asked because our time in that living room was running out and
we had to join the others.
“I will. I’ll do everything to. I’ll ask your father’s permission.”
“Please do,” I kissed him on the cheek. “We’ll speak on phone tonight. But first, let’s go back. I’ll go
first.”
“Okay, my love,” he gave me a short kiss and I rushed out.
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