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Saïda's POV:
I was afraid. Afraid that he was angry at me. He looked so stern while he drove and I felt awful. He kept his frown on and the vein at his temple was still swollen. I wanted to say something but decided to shut up.
I was a little confused when he took a road other than the one that led to the palace. We literally drove out of the sultanate and headed towards its outskirts. I didn't say anything.
We drove for a while until the little woods and Asahd ended up parking at the top of one of the beautiful hills at the outskirts of the sultanate of Zagreh. It had an amazing view.
When he stopped the car, I watched him silently. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, resting his head on the stirring wheel. I decided to speak because I was worried for him.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" I asked gently and he was silent at first, but then answered.
"I can't return to the palace in this state..." he muttered and my heart broke a little. He was trying to calm down.
"I'm sor