Prince Al-Adeen, woke with a lazy yawn. Looking across his expansive bedroom, he gloried in his blessings, he truly was the favoured of the Almighty.
Tenderly kissing one of the women snuggling into his side for warmth, he rose. Once more enjoying the delight as her silky flesh was revealed. A frown still spoiled his brow, as his father was healthy and he was unlikely to ascent to the throne any time soon.
Getting dressed, he nodded to himself. His appeal was obvious, not merely his wealth, or the power that came with his position. Damn, it was hard to deny how handsome he was.
Playing with his fine clothes, he had to choose whose bed to enjoy next. The minx in his bed bored him now. She'd been fun, and could still be enjoyed, but that initial thrill was gone now. The corner of his mouth quirking up. Sighing, he'd need to ask her name, if he wanted to bed her again. Shaking his head, he dismissed the idea, she wasn't that special.
The prince spotted an unfamiliar stone resting on the table nearby.
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