THE ELITES
Post by SHAREF BIN AL ABDULLAH on Nov 27, 2010 1:27:08 GMT -8
Sharef stood in front of a painting. His hands were in his pockets as he admired the piece while Ahmed the bodyguard stayed quite still behind him, watching him then the people around them, then back at him. It was something Sharef had gotten used to over time. The feeling of being watched was something that was not comfortable to endure but the Prince was used to it. His whole life, he had felt like a goldfish, swimming around in a little bowl, hitting the sides every time and finding that he had to turn back because there was no where else that he was allowed to go. Here he was though, graduating from a fish bowl to a small pond. He was in America, New York to be precise and he would get to stay here a while, all on his own (or as alone as a Prince could ever be).
Sharef still had his entourage though. It consisted of Ahmed and then Saleh the drive who would run errands from time to time, picking up dry cleaning and that sort of thing and of course the most important member, Asef who was there to run practically everything and to make sure that the young Prince was happy and got everything he wanted. A vital part of Asef's job though, was keeping him out of the media and making sure he did nothing wrong and then reporting back to his father and giving him every detail to prove that his son was doing well on his own.
For the most part Sharef didn't mind though. He was used to their company and even got to know them quite well and of course he knew he was lucky to only have those three when any other member of a royal family would have a whole troop of guards following them around and even have their schedules planned weeks in advance in order to coordinate security, even planting decoys here and there (Not that there would be a need for those with Sharef since not many even knew that much about his country or the fact that it had royalty). Sharef was very lucky that way and it had taken a lot of convincing but he did manage to get his way in the end. Still, every now and then he would find a photographer following him around. Usually ones that had traveled from Jordan or the middle east somewhere. Not many Americans cared enough, though Sharef was certain that if he went out clubbing a lot and was a general party animal things would be very different.
Hearing the sound of someone clearing their throat, Sharef just smiled before speaking. "Are you bored already?" he asked, not bother to turn back because just as he had predicted, Asef came right up to him to speak. "Your highness, it's getting late. You've been staring at that same painting for 5 minutes now. If you like it so much, you can buy it and stare at it all day," Asef suggested.
Sharef just shrugged. "It wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be here in this place, under these lights," he told him before turning to the older man. Before Asef could speak, Sharef said,"I'll just be another minute,". The man then walked back to the bench behind him and sat there looking rather bored and impatient while Sharef stood in front of the painting, tilting his head to look at it some more.
Painting
Outfit
Sharef still had his entourage though. It consisted of Ahmed and then Saleh the drive who would run errands from time to time, picking up dry cleaning and that sort of thing and of course the most important member, Asef who was there to run practically everything and to make sure that the young Prince was happy and got everything he wanted. A vital part of Asef's job though, was keeping him out of the media and making sure he did nothing wrong and then reporting back to his father and giving him every detail to prove that his son was doing well on his own.
For the most part Sharef didn't mind though. He was used to their company and even got to know them quite well and of course he knew he was lucky to only have those three when any other member of a royal family would have a whole troop of guards following them around and even have their schedules planned weeks in advance in order to coordinate security, even planting decoys here and there (Not that there would be a need for those with Sharef since not many even knew that much about his country or the fact that it had royalty). Sharef was very lucky that way and it had taken a lot of convincing but he did manage to get his way in the end. Still, every now and then he would find a photographer following him around. Usually ones that had traveled from Jordan or the middle east somewhere. Not many Americans cared enough, though Sharef was certain that if he went out clubbing a lot and was a general party animal things would be very different.
Hearing the sound of someone clearing their throat, Sharef just smiled before speaking. "Are you bored already?" he asked, not bother to turn back because just as he had predicted, Asef came right up to him to speak. "Your highness, it's getting late. You've been staring at that same painting for 5 minutes now. If you like it so much, you can buy it and stare at it all day," Asef suggested.
Sharef just shrugged. "It wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be here in this place, under these lights," he told him before turning to the older man. Before Asef could speak, Sharef said,"I'll just be another minute,". The man then walked back to the bench behind him and sat there looking rather bored and impatient while Sharef stood in front of the painting, tilting his head to look at it some more.
Painting
Outfit
