7- Ignorant
Asahd’s POV:
I remained locked up for as long as I could sleep and be sober again.
I opened my eyes after two to three hours of sleep, the drunkenness had wiped off. There was a lump in my throat and I was so pissed!
I was the Prince, for crying out loud!! Yet my father had me locked up and supervised like I was some notorious toddler.
′Take a shower, Asahd. Forget this nonsense,′ I thought, still very annoyed.
I grumbled to myself and got off the bed. Then I went straight to my bathroom for a cool bath.
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It was seven pm, by the time I stepped out of the shower. I was already very hungry.
I dressed up and just when I was going to cause some trouble by threatening the guards on the other side of my door, someone knocked.
“Yes??” I replied, irritated.
A second after, a servant boy walked in.
“Good evening, my prince. The sultan has requested that you join he, and the Queen, for dinner.”
“Like they had a choice,” I mumbled and walked past him, literally pushing him with my shoulder and making him stumble a little.
I walked into the corridor and gave the guards that had been assigned to watch me, a deadly stare, before heading towards the stairway and going down to join my parents.
Writer’s POV:
They watched Asahd join them at the table, without greeting or even saying a word. He kept his frown on and was in no mood to try and flatter them. Oh, if only he knew, what they had in store for him.
“Good evening, Asahd,” they greeted with smiles.
Asahd stared at them like they were crazy.
“So you’re just gonna smile at me, like you didn’t humiliate me, earlier this afternoon?” he finally spoke.
“You humiliated yourself, as well as us,” his father replied.
Asahd rolled his eyes.
“Whatever. I’m hungry. Come serve me,” he ordered to one of the maids that were in charge of serving them the dinner.
The girl did as told, while the others served the sultan and Queen. The sultan then ordered them all, both maids and guards, to leave them alone, to the prince’s surprise.
“We have something for you, my dear son. A good surprise that will make you feel better,” the Queen started in a rather flattering manner.
“What is it?” Asahd replied rudely, instead.
“You will not leave this palace and will be supervised for the next two days,” the sultan started.
Asahd who had been chewing on his food, stopped and stared blankly at them. Like he hadn’t heard what his father had just said. But then he did something that amused his parents. He looked around and shouted:
“Saïda?? Saïda??” he called but she wasn’t close.
He then looked at his parents, and in the most sarcastic manner, said:
“The girl always walks with a dictionary or so, like she lacks what to do. Never around when I need her,” he frowned at them. “Like right now. I need a dictionary, to define the words good and surprise, to both of you. Then, I’m gonna have to explain what a combination of both words, means.”
He ended with a scowl. His father chuckled.
“What is funny??” he asked, with wide eyes and a frown. “You tell me, you have a good surprise that will make me feel better, and then you, father, spits out that I’ll be locked up in here for two days? It’s preferable I keep the very disrespectful and insulting words, crossing my mind right now, to myself.”
“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.”
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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 sooo ready.′
She thought, her smile widening into an almost scary one.