67. Panic
Saida’s POV:
A few days had passed since my private encounter with Asahd. Whenever I thought of it, my heart skipped a beat and goosebumps covered my arms.
′I like him so much. I want him so much.
-He said he loves me, so much.′
I walked up and down the garden, scratching my head a little. It was always the same whenever I had a forbidden, sensual moment with Asahd. I would end up thinking about him for days.
’I was wrong. I thought being close to Noure would make me forget Asahd. But nothing’s changed. I feel like thing’s have gotten worse and even more messed up in my head.′
Sighing, I took a seat at one of the little round tables that were found in the huge field. I put the book I had on, on the table and started to read, trying hard to change my thoughts.
Since our last encounter, I’d avoided being alone with Asahd. Whenever he would send for me, I would find a way to run away. Else, I would go accompanied by a maid. I did it not because I wanted him to stop, I did it because I was afraid of how weak I was. I wasn’t dumb. I’d admitted how much he influenced me and how much I desired him...which was dangerous. I was afraid that the next time I was alone with him, I might end up–
′Sleeping with him, allowing him to make love to me. To Pleasure me and treat me like a Queen as he said himself.′
I swallowed and shook my head real fast, shutting my eyes tight and trying to drive my inappropriate thoughts away. I buried my face in my palms.
′I wonder what it would feel like to have his warm body on top of mine.
It would feel just like when he’d humped me but both of us completely nude and wrapped in soft sheets.
-Oh my gawd! What is wrong with me?!′
I actually felt like crying a little. I tapped my cheeks a little, giving them little slaps as I tried to snap out. Just then.
“Saïda, dear??”
My eyes popped open and I looked up to see a smiling Noure walking down the stairs of one of the wide backdoors of the palace.
My heart skipped a beat! Not because I was happy but because I was afraid. I stood immediately and rushed to him. He expected me to hug him but I didn’t.
“What are you doing here??” I whispered aloud with wide eyes. “Noure, I told you not to come see me here!”
Noure smiled and rubbed my shoulders.
“Chill, my Darling. I met your father yesterday at the pharmacy and asked him the permission to see you here and often. Surprisingly, he’d never been against the fact that we meet. You thought wrong my sweetheart. He’s fine with us seeing each other as much as we want.”
He hugged me but I couldn’t help it but panic. My fear was Asahd! I didn’t want him to see Noure! I didn’t want trouble or drama.
′Oh gawd, help.′
“Everything’s fine,” Noure smiled at me and I forced a smile, back.
I was really nervous until I remembered something. The sultan and Queen had gone for some other important meeting or so, and had asked Asahd to go with them. So, he wasn’t around and would definitely not be back soon. That made me relax.
“Okay, my love,” I smiled, relieved. Very relieved. “Come.”
I led him back to the little table and we sat down under the tree shade.
A servant boy was passing by and I asked him to bring us lemonade which he returned with, shortly after.
“So my love, how are you doing?” I asked Noure, feeling better and sipping my drink.
“I’m fine. I’m almost done buying everything for your dowry,” he replied happily.
“Oh, that’s great!”
We started to chat and laugh about everything.
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Asahd’s POV:
I stepped out of my car and the servant closed the door after me. I took my suit off and gave it to him.
“Please, take it to my room.”
“Yes, my Prince.”
“Thank you.”
He bowed and went up the front stairway of the palace. I’d gone for a meeting with my parents but it was getting way too long and so I excused myself and they allowed me to leave.
I went up the stairs and entered the palace, the guards around, bowing as I walked down the big hall.
I was in quite a good mood and hoped to see Saïda soon. I was walking down one of the huge corridors with several wide exits that led to the fields and gardens. There was a guard standing at each of the exits that weren’t that far apart. I admired the green and trees outside as I walked.
Everything was fine as I walked until, I walked past the last large door and I thought I saw something. Someone. I’d walked past it already, but I halted and took a few step back with a little frown on my face.
I looked again and nope, I hadn’t imagined things. Sitting at a distance and comfortably chatting were Saïda and Noure. Noure!
My eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped open in a wide amused as well as sarcastic smile. I clapped twice in disbelief.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I exclaimed with a little sarcastic laugh. The guards around stared at me in confusion. I stared back at one in particular, my surprised smile still on. And then I said to him:
“Are you kidding me?? Are they kidding me??” I laughed almost hysterically, clapping again and the guard was lost.
“I don’t understand, my prince,” he said.
“Is that Noure I’m seeing??” I asked, eyes still wide.
The guard looked out the door and tried to make out who was sitting far in the middle of the field.
“Yes, my Prince. That’s Sir Noure and miss Saïda,” he replied.
“So, I’m not imagining things!” I laughed sarcastically and the men were still lost.
“Are you okay, your Majesty?” one asked.
“Yes, yes. I’m alright. I’m just gonna have some fun,” I mused and arranged my hair and shirt. “How do I look?”
“Good, my Prince.”
“Alright.”
Things were about to go down. I started going down one of the staircases that led into the fields.
′Saïda really is testing my limits, isn’t she? Well she’ll see something. Noure will.′
Saïda’s POV:
“Hahaha,” I laughed at his joke. Everything was going on well until, I turned and to my shock, I spotted Asahd casually making his way towards us. My heart stopped beating. I froze.
′Yalah! No!′
I stood abruptly, causing Noure to shake a little. He noticed whom I was looking at.
“Oh, the Prince. I should go greet him,” he said and was going to stand.
“No!” I almost screamed. “I mean, wait here. Please. Let me go talk to him. He probably wants to tell me something important,” I lied, my knees a little shaky already.
′Oh no. I don’t want drama. Please!′
“Oh okay.”
“Thank you,” I replied and then ran as fast as I could to Asahd. I met with him at the center of the field, blocking him.
“A– Asahd,” I started but he smiled and walked past me, still heading for where Noure was sitting. I panicked and rushed to his front again, blocking him.
“Asahd, please!” I begged in a low voice, putting my hands together in front of him.
He stopped and looked down at me, a little smirk on.
“Sweetheart, get out of my way. I have to have a little chat with the idiot over there. Excuse me,” he walked past me again.
“Oh gawd! Asahd I’m begging you!” I cried, rushing to his front again. “Please, don’t go to him! Please! Asahd please!” I begged, my eyes prickling and my hands shaky.
“You should’ve thought of that before calling him over and trying me, Saïda,” he replied in a serious manner.
“I told him not to, Asahd! He still came!”
“I’ll take care of him then. Saïda, please move,” he tried to walk past me again. I was so scared that my reflex was to place my palms on his chest and push him backwards.
He stared at me, surprised and amused.
“You just pushed me, darling,” he chuckled. I was scared to death and he was having a good time?
“Yalah, Asahd. I am begging you. I am begging you, please! Please!” I was almost crying, my hands in front of me.
“My love,” he smiled at me. “You’re begging me for nothing. Noure’s coming my way,” he smirked mischievously.
I gasped and turned. Before I had the time to do something, Noure was already too close. When he stopped in front of us, my heart sank.
“Good afternoon, my Prince,” Noure smiled and bowed.
Though Asahd had a little smirk on, he gave Noure the nastiest look from head to toe and I literally started sweating. He’d looked at him almost like he was mocking and minimizing him. Noure hadn’t noticed because he still had his head bowed. I begged Asahd with my eyes but his smile grew wider and he winked. I knew it was over for me.
Noure looked up and smiled at Asahd but Asahd’s smile faded and turned into a frown. I swallowed. He was taller than Noure and looked down at him like he would spit on him or something. My chest started to heave a little.
He stared straight into Noure’s eyes that my poor Noure flinched in confusion. Asahd was looking at him like eyes could kill.
“You,” he started, pointing at Noure’s chest and I almost collapsed.
“Yes, my Prince?” Noure, completely confused replied.
“You should know that I can–” he was starting his deadly threat.
“My Prince!” I cut in immediately and he turned to me. “Your mother is calling for you!”
Asahd turned and the Queen who’d just returned was standing on the stairs, motioning him over. I was saved. Immediately I saw her, I saw hope.
Asahd faced us again and took a deep breath. In a stern manner, he said:
“Excuse me.”
He turned on his heel and walked away.
′Oh my gawd!′
I inhaled deeply and wiped my forehead. A still confused Noure turned to me.
“Saïda what is wrong with him??”
“Huh??”
“Did you see the look he gave me?? Does he have an issue with me??”
“No! No, he’s in a terrible mood and got more irritated because you interrupted an important discussion between us concerning his schedule.” that lie came out real fast and authentic. I who never told lies. I’d become something else in such little time.
“Hum! I thought he’d changed!”
“He has. Something just got him really angry I think. Please, let’s forget about it, sweetheart. Come,” I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the table.
My heart was still palpitating and my legs weak. I’d been scared so bad.
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