At The Sheikh's Bidding
The Royal Palace in the desert kingdom of Qubbah.
Prince Zahir bin Kahlid al Muntassir swept through the palace towards King Kahlid's private quarters, the expression on his handsome face so grimly forbidding that the guards quickly jumped aside to allow him to pass. 'How is he?' he demanded, when his father's servant A'waan greeted him with a bow.
'Sleeping, sire—the doctor gave him a sedative and instructed that His Highness should be allowed to rest,'A'waan murmured, hovering anxiously in front of the door leading to the King's bedroom.
'It's all right,A'waan, I have no intention of disturbing him,' Zahir assured the servant. 'The news of Prince Faisal's death has been a great shock to all of us, but especially to my father.'
'His Highness is deeply saddened. He is not properly recovered from the virus he contracted recently, and I fear that the news will prove too much for him,' A'waan said gravely. 'Your father's one glimmer of joy is the discovery that he has a grandson—a child who is now an orphan.'
Zahir's jaw clenched as he fought to control his emotions while A'waan continued.
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