Chapter 114: 114. Crowned
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Sa?da’s POV:
I watched Asahd y with Zahir on the floor. It made me smile like an idiot. Both were so cute and I
loved them to death.
Zahir was already five months old and he was even cuter.
“Couchi couchi coooo~” Asahd chanted happily, kissing Zahir’s round cheeks.
He smiled, showing his pink gums. I melted.
“You are so cute! Oh my gawd!” Asahd eximed, kissing him over and over again. “Just look at him.
My baby boy. Muah!”
I giggled.
“His poor cheeks,” Iughed, joining them on the carpet. “We’re always kissing or suckling on them.”
“Well, it’s his fault,” Asahd kissed him again. “Ain’t it? Ain’t it, boo bear?” another kiss and Iughed.
I reached out and carried my little sweetheart. He was so innocent. His look was the purest.
“Aaaw, I love you Zahir,” I Nuzzled him. “My little Prince.”
“Prince he is,” Asahd agreed, touching his silk hair. “The more he grows, the more he looks like you.”
“Well, that’s perfect,” Iughed. “My genes are stronger apparently.”
“Not fair,” he chuckled and kissed Zahir again.
“At least he has your curls.”
“Yes, he does,” he yed with Zahir’s little cheeks. “I love you, son. You will neverck anything.”
“I won’t let you spoil my son,” Iughed. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t be like what you were before
New York.”
Asahdughed.
“Don’t worry,” he mused. “I won’t let him be like that either. I’ll just shower him with love and attention,
but teach him respect at the same time.”
“Good,” I giggled and held Zahir closer to me. “Our sweetheart.”
I smiled at Asahd and he leaned in to kiss me.
The best moments of our lives.
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Writer’s POV:
Prince Zahir was the centre of attraction in the pce. His father went everywhere with him. Asahd
loved his little boy to death.
As time flew, whenever he had to travel, he would always take his wife and child along. Even adults
envied the young Prince. He had the best toys, clothes, teachers and much more. His grandparents
showered him with love, just as much as his parents. At three, little Zahir was already a sweetheart. He
was the cutest, most respectful little boy. As he grew, he seemed to look more like his mother, than his
father, as noticed a long time ago. He even had her dimples. Who could refuse him, anything? The
entire sultanate was in love with the sweetheart.
Zahir yed a lot like the child he was and it was almost impossible for anybody to dislike the little boy.
Asahd sure was proud of his son.
He went shopping with the toddler, to the park, yed with him and always took him along whenever
he left the country.
Sa?da loved how close they were and it amused her that Asahd had asked that matching outfits be
made for him and his little Prince. Whenever they went out or ceremonies were organised, father and
son would be dressed same.
It was the cutest thing ever! Sa?da was living her best life with a husband and child that loved her just
as much as she loved them.
On top of it all, the future Queen was already seven months pregnant and carrying her second child
with Asahd. Zahir was going to be two years and a half older than his uing sibling. The
grandparents were already prepared to wee baby number two.
The Usa?ds sure were living their best life.
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Asahd’s POV:
“How do I look?” I asked Sa?da after fixing my Royal sherwani.
“Handsome as always, my love.”
I smiled at her.
“And you are gorgeous, sweetheart,” I lowered my head and kissed her, then I squatted and kissed her
round tummy covered by her beautiful dress.
It was a special day. I was twenty six and about to be crowned sultan of Zagreh in some hours. The
nobles had decided that the crowning be done when I was twenty six, rather than twenty five.
“I’m happy that he’ll be having a little one to y with,” I told my wife, standing.
We both looked over at our three year old son, all dressed up and busy ying on the carpet.
I smiled, my heart swelling with love.
“Me too,” she smiled and pecked me. “It’s time. Are you ready?”
“I’m a little nervous. But yes I am. And you?”
“Same,” she hugged me. “Now let’s go.”
I turned to my son.
“Zahir?”
“Mmm?” he looked up and immediately stood before rushing over to me. I carried him.
“My little prince,” I chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Are you ready?”
“Mhm,” he nodded with a giggle.
“That’s my boy. Let’s go.”
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Writer’s POV:
The entire sultanate was watching, either LIVE or through their television screens. It was a special day
for the Zagrehianmunity as a new sultan and queen were about to crowned.
Prince Asahd looked stunning, and so did the princess in her almost ending term of pregnancy. She
was radiant indeed.
Little Zahir was left with his maternal grandfather while his parents went up the tform and sat close
to Asahd’s parents.
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The imam was present and the ceremony began with the Qur’an being read.
Right after, the sultan was asked to read a speech that showed that he was willing to hand over the
throne to his son and that he believed wholeheartedly that the Prince was mature, responsible and
good enough to take over. Which was a fact.
For the past three years after his son’s birth, Asahd had improved in his royal duties. He’d assisted his
father in everything and showed twice the interest in the people of hismunity. Even before the
crowning, Asahd had already seeded in regaining the people’s trust and confidence in him. Same
for Sa?da who’d greatly contributed to the Prince’s involvement in royal duties. Even the nobles were
done testing him and finally ready to have him be their new sultan.
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After the speech, Asahd was asked to stand and read from some sort of sacred book that listed out
some ‘vows’ to the sultanate of Zagreh. They were vows that the Prince had to read and eventually
aplish, once crowned sultan. In order words, there were promises to the people, involving their
protection and well-being in the sultanate.
After reading them, he was highly apuded. Right after, the queen read hers and Sa?da followed. The
people were very happy.
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Many other customary practices were carried out and the time came for Asahd and Sa?da to be
officially crowned.
Both were asked to sign a legal document and when they did so, there were loud cheers and apuse.
Under the watchful eyes, Asahd’s father took his royal turban off and put it on his son’s head. Then, he
went on to remove the royal scarf he hand on and put it around Asahd’s neck.
The queen did same, removing her royally decorated veil and putting it over Sa?da’s head. And that
was it!
“All hail the Sultan and Queen of Zagreh!” a noble announced to the joy of the people and loud royal
horns were blown.
Everyone bowed to the new hierarchy.
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Asahd’s POV:
It was a feast right after. I was very happy indeed. My parents, Sa?da and I sat at our table with little
Zahir on myp. I was finally the crowned sultan and it actually felt awkward, but in a good way. Almost
unbelievable.
“You’re the sultan now?” Zahir asked in his squeaky little voice.
“Mhm,” I smiled and kissed his head.
“And what about grandpapa?” he asked, reaching out to touch my father.
“Grandpapa is still royalty too. He’s the highest noble now, given that he is my father. He still has a lot
of authority over the sultanate, followed by grandpa Djafar, right under him.”
“And mama is Queen.”
“Yes,” I chuckled a little at how curious he was. “And your grandmother is the Queen-mother because
I’m her son. When you grow and take over from me, your mother will be Queen-mother too.”
He looked a little confused and it made meugh.
“Do you ever allow Sa?da to carry him?” my father mused from the other side of the table.
“Of course,” Iughed.
“He is so stingy with Zahir,” Sa?daughed, taking Zahir from me. “Just watch. In the next five to ten
minutes, without even realising it, he’ll reach out to take Zahir back.”
We allughed.
“I can’t help it,” I chuckled.
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“He’s my son too, Asahd,” Sa?da mused and put Zahir on her otherp, so I wouldn’t try to take him.
“You’re seven months pregnant and tired most of the time. It’s a favor I’m doing you,” Iughed.
“No thanks. When I’m tired, I’ll give him to my father or my inws.”
“Right,” the parents agreed and weughed.
“Fine. I plead guilty,” I chuckled. I was kind of stingy indeed.
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Everything was perfect as I watched Zahir finally sleep off,ter that night.
“He’s asleep?” Sa?da whispered, approaching me from behind.
“Yeah,” I stood and turned to her. I kissed her forehead and touched her tummy. “How’s the baby? You
okay?”
“Mhm,” she smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. “Let’s go.”
Leading the way, we left our son’s room and returned to ours.
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“I feel lucky,” Sa?da told me as I helped her sit on the bed.
I smiled at her and she smiled back. “I married a loving husband and father. I never thought you could
be both. But you are. And I’m very proud of you, Asahd. And who you are now.”
I held her hands in mine.
“It’s thanks to you,” I kissed her hands. “I feel just as lucky to have you, Sa?da. You’re the love of my life
and I’m happy I got to realise it early enough, before it was toote. You make me happy and I’d rather
die than live without you.”
She blushed and I came closer so she could rest her head against my chest, which she did.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too, Asahd.”
I was happy and more than satisfied with what I had. I was happy with my life and proud of my own
little family that was adding with time. I never knew love could make me this happy, but it did. I was
proud of myself and the lessons I’d learned with time.
Sa?da, Zahir and our evidently better future were proof to me, that being egocentric and self-centered
would bring me nothing but trouble between I and the people I cared the most about. Everything was
fine now. The past was gone and there was absolutely nothing toin about about my new
beginning.
All I hoped for was to be just a great ruler as my father before me, which with the help of Sa?da by my
side, I was sure to achieve.
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