𝙻𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚝𝚑: 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚕 [MxM] 16+ ✔️

•30• TEASER 2

A/N: And here's the second teaser.

Default language is French, italics is Chadian Arabic unless stated otherwise
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"Stand up straight, fix your posture- stand up straight, I said! Lift your head, drop your chin... Perfect."

Issaka rolled his eyes, "Is all this is really necessary for a photo, Mother?" he muttered, as to not move his mouth too much in fear of the photographer coming back over to yell at him once more.

Queen Mariam sighed softly, straightening herself in the throne she sat on, "You are Crown Prince, Issaka, act like one."

Once the camera flashed, Issaka dropped his shoulders and stretched out his neck, "Mother, don't you know I never wanted to be a prince? Let alone Crown Prince?"

"I don't think it matters, little bro," Ibrahim clapped a hand onto Issaka's shoulder.

Issaka turned to his older brother, clad in dark brown traveling clothes made for comfortably riding in an airplane for hours at a time, long dark hair in cornrows and put up into a bun at the base of his neck.

That is who Issaka wanted to be, his big brother. His brother who was free to do as he pleased since he wouldn't be inheriting the throne when their father died.

Speaking of their father, "I've arrived. What did I miss?" King Idriss came in with his arms wide open, as if simply being king wasn't enough to garner everyone's attention.

"Father," Ibrahim and Issaka bowed their heads while the photographer and the guards around the library did a full 90 degree bow.

Trailing closely behind him, the King's advisor, an Englishman named Henry Chant, and the General of the King's Guard, the first female general, Aziza Fiamal.

King Idriss gave a wide smile and a haughty laugh, the kind fit for a father rather than a king. And he was indeed a good father and king.

Except for now, in Issaka's eyes at least.
"Good news son," Idriss turned to Issaka, "we've gotten you a new personal servant."

Issaka crossed his arms over his chest, "And tell me, Father, what exactly was wrong with my previous one? She did a splendid job."

"That was exactly the problem," Queen Mariam replied, "she was a woman. Having a woman so close to you can spark rumours of relationships that aren't true, it's far too risky."

Issaka scoffed, "So what? You went out and found me a male personal servant?" he asked sarcastically, leaning against Ibrahim's side.

King Idriss shrugged, "Seems along with that smart mouth, you also happen to be telepathic. Mariam, our boy is gifted."

"Wait, what?" Issaka was thrown for a loop, not expecting the remark his father made.

Queen Mariam nodded in agreement with her husband, "It seems so. You would be correct darling, we did indeed get you a male servant."

Ibrahim couldn't hold it in any longer and snickered quietly behind his brother.

"Please, bring our new arrival inside." Idriss asked kindly to the guard nearest the doors.