Cairo [Egypt]*
..............."My life my rules, nobody has the audacity to interfere in my life, and nobody has the gut to decide what is good or better for me...this is my life so let me live it the way I want it, Your highness, I am not a child, why then should anyone decide what I do, why can't I live my life filled with freedom like every complete prince ruling in the land? I am tired, I am fed up with all this shit, so let me be, I need freedom...so free me from all this...Please" he concluded, gritting his teeth as he looked at the old man sitting on the luxurious chair, whose face was radiating pure anger.
Angrily, he turned and began to walk, just as he reached the door, he caught the voice of the old man.
"ZEEYAD!" he called him in a harsh voice.
He closed his eyes and paused without turning around.
The old man rose from his chair while the attendants surrounding him began to adjust his long robe.
"How dare you, hun? No creature has ever dared to break or exceed the laws I have set in this kingdom. Today, you, the son I bore, are not allowed to break my laws and get away with it, just because you share my blood does not mean you can do whatever you want and I let you. You must obey the law as every creature does in this kingdom, otherwise, you will face severe punishment." Angrily, he turned to face his father and said, "I know it, I know you will never change, your mind has already been poisoned, but sooner or later you will realize that what you're doing is totally wrong, Father. I am your son, your own flesh and blood, but you never gave me a father's love..."
"ZEEYAD! Enough of this nonsense...."
"You better keep your mouth shut, save your words, it may be useful for you next time. This is between me and my father, so you better not interfere in it, understand?" he said, interrupting while giving her a fierce look.
"ZEEYAD!" he said, slapping him with a fierce blow.
"So you have no shame at all? You consider her a mother?"
"She is not my mother, my real mother has long been dead, everyone knows that. This woman is not my mother, this selfish and disgusting woman here is nothing but a mess to our family," he said, pointing at her, as his eyes began to change color to red.
"ZEEYAD!" he said angrily, hitting him again. His father's hand caught him before he could hit himself, saying, "Beat me, beat me as hard as you can. You enjoyed it, right? You enjoyed beating your only lovely son, didn't you? Do you hate me? Then why don't you just kill me, Dad?"
His father's heart was filled with deep anger, and just one look at him would frighten you with pure dignity and the royal blood flowing in his veins.
He slapped his son again before saying, "Take him away, and make sure you punish him severely, so that even if money is given to him, he will never have the desire to do what he has done again." He finished speaking, turning his face away from the look his son was giving him.
At the king's command, they approached him and took him away, without him arguing, he followed them, as this had already become his body.
The two exchanged glances before both broke into a smile filled with various meanings.
He was thrown into a room that resembled a prison before they locked the door behind him.
He leaned against the door, gripping the door handles, and just one look at him would make you understand the depth of his sorrow.
He raised his head, watching how the storm gathered, and it began to rain.
He didn't care at all, instead, he found a piece of metal lying in the room and lay down with his face facing up.
For over ten years of his life, he had lived it filled with pain and hardship since the death of his mother, where he had no one but his father, who thought he would be his inheritance, but alas! It was the opposite, since the death of his mother, he had completely lost touch with his father, especially since he was under three stepmothers who, since he was born, had never received any special attention from them unlike their own children.