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er's

le women he probably was with. Djafar had to order the guards to hurriedly take him up to his room before his parents had a heart

ld her father, while she fi

cted, resting in his armchair and t

en. They're sure nice people, yet their son gives them high blood

disapproves the Prince's attitude, but what can we do? His parents

epped back, fini

to Istanbul for studies and to learn how to be independent. He returned to Zagreh every holiday. Djafar was a proud father because, alo

re wel

r forehead a

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he afternoon, and he was probably still asleep. His parents didn't bother this time as they were busy, making sure the

very important people that will attend the ball ton

my Q

ad in disappointment "–he knows none! And to avoid embarrassment, you'll go everywhere with him, tonight, and make him greet all these people. It's his duty as crowned Prince, to gain their

so stay with him, until he's don

gether so they get to know each other a little." the Queen regained her fancy seat, "Hope

asked, a hint of am

my d

r gi

Zhou but already felt bad for her. Or amused, ra

es anymore, my Queen, I would love

ou can

d and left

'll tell you whom is whom and what you should discuss with them. Underst

nd the guests wer

night's hangover. It was by miracle that he'd made it back home, safel

spirin?" D

I th

t like an airhead, the n

d, chuckling a little and taking a

aspirin, then returned

as his daughter calling. He exc

ready to teach him the little he needs to

d to the Prince, "Saïda is waiting. You'll have to pass th

to retain all she's going to

morning and afternoon, yo

ad, gu

with you for help until you're

tood, feeling bett

nce. And you'll have to

s marriage stuff is killing me. I hope Zhou is very b

aughter of Mr Raman Hassan

n every woman I've ever met and servant girl in this palace. On a sco

afar." Asah

e's proba

Asahd said proudly, "Hop

ope

imself one

e to

d's

Djafar had told me, Zhou was an 8. And

bushes, in search of Saïda. The guards greeted a

all, when I finally spotted Saïda, at a distance. She was starin

for about a second or

now she'd applied some and even her dressing was a little more sophist

t honestly, deep down, I disliked her. And it was very evident, she disliked me too. Maybe even more. But it's not like I ga

me approaching a

our Highness." s

even

ow me to the

sat in the lounge that was in the

Start telling me a