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collars made it obvious that these were bodyguards. However it was neither their suits nor the partially visible gun holster in their shoulders that gave them away but the red and white embroidered patch on their right chest.
The foreigners were very much aware of the patch, it was a shield surrounded with red and white leaves the coat of arms of the royal family of Bahrain, the Al Khalifas. But only the locals noticed the additional filigrees below the shield, four lines to be exact and a coronet. This means that these bodyguards are under the direct employ of the King, hence the coronet and the four lines could only mean one thing, Isa was nearby.
Isa Bin Ahmed Al Khalifa, the 31 year old Prince of Bahrain, eldest son of the King, fourth in line to the throne on account that his mother is only the second of the King’s wives. Rumors swirled from the common citizens to the socialites and elites of the country, Isa was to be recalled from an unofficial exile of more than 10 years. Everybody waited in anticipation for his return, each had a morbid curiosity of what the prodigal son of the Al Khalifa family will behave or look like after a decade.
The country only remembered a rebellious and spoiled brat just out of his teens but still behaved like one. Back then, he was lean with almost gaunt facial features. Rarely pictured with the core family members, his face was only seen in online pictures taken by partygoers, who could not resist the temptation of taking a shot of the prince during disgraceful situations. The online pictures were immediately removed 2 to 3 days by the ever watchful eye of the Royal Secretariat.
Officially, he was sent for further studies in Oxford but everybody knew that it was code for banishment. From using drugs, to defiling a mosque, to fathering an unwanted child, several versions of the reason for his exile were known, of course no one knew except for the innermost circles of the Royal Family and of course Isa himself.
As he walked in one of the busiest streets of Manama, Isa relished at the anonymity that he has enjoyed for more than 10 years abroad. Back at Oxford, nobody cared who he was and most importantly nobody knew his dark past. Other students at his class assumed that he was a son of another rich oil tycoon from the Middle East; at first nobody suspected that he was the exiled prince of the one of the richest kingdoms in the region. But when his identity was made known, almost every enterprising woman and even some men, tried to get in bed with him.
Now his years in Oxford are over and he is afraid that his freedom is also gone with it. Distant cousins repeatedly lobbied for his return but for years they were unsuccessful. Suddenly and without warning, members of the Bahraini consulate were at his doors and announced his summons to the Kingdom.
He was barely out of one of the family’s private jets when he was immediately escorted by the same two bodyguards that walked behind him. He was supposed to meet immediately with his father at Gudaibiya, one the royal palaces, but due to an emergency meeting with a foreign dignitary, meeting his father for the first after a decade was postponed for another day. Deciding to walk the streets of the city he once called home, he was genuinely puzzled why nobody seemed to notice him, neither the judgmental traditionalists who criticized his youth nor the progressive citizens, who once fawned over the bad boy of the royal family.
The answer to the puzzle was right in front of Isa, in his reflection against the mirrored displays of a luxury boutique in the central business district. Much has changed since his exile; he was no longer the 21 year old boy that was spoiled by the fortunes and privilege of his money. Instead of the gaunt, disheveled and socially awkward look he had before, he is now completely different. Standing at 6 feet, he towered taller than most people around him. He has a solid frame, chiseled
The foreigners were very much aware of the patch, it was a shield surrounded with red and white leaves the coat of arms of the royal family of Bahrain, the Al Khalifas. But only the locals noticed the additional filigrees below the shield, four lines to be exact and a coronet. This means that these bodyguards are under the direct employ of the King, hence the coronet and the four lines could only mean one thing, Isa was nearby.
Isa Bin Ahmed Al Khalifa, the 31 year old Prince of Bahrain, eldest son of the King, fourth in line to the throne on account that his mother is only the second of the King’s wives. Rumors swirled from the common citizens to the socialites and elites of the country, Isa was to be recalled from an unofficial exile of more than 10 years. Everybody waited in anticipation for his return, each had a morbid curiosity of what the prodigal son of the Al Khalifa family will behave or look like after a decade.
The country only remembered a rebellious and spoiled brat just out of his teens but still behaved like one. Back then, he was lean with almost gaunt facial features. Rarely pictured with the core family members, his face was only seen in online pictures taken by partygoers, who could not resist the temptation of taking a shot of the prince during disgraceful situations. The online pictures were immediately removed 2 to 3 days by the ever watchful eye of the Royal Secretariat.
Officially, he was sent for further studies in Oxford but everybody knew that it was code for banishment. From using drugs, to defiling a mosque, to fathering an unwanted child, several versions of the reason for his exile were known, of course no one knew except for the innermost circles of the Royal Family and of course Isa himself.
As he walked in one of the busiest streets of Manama, Isa relished at the anonymity that he has enjoyed for more than 10 years abroad. Back at Oxford, nobody cared who he was and most importantly nobody knew his dark past. Other students at his class assumed that he was a son of another rich oil tycoon from the Middle East; at first nobody suspected that he was the exiled prince of the one of the richest kingdoms in the region. But when his identity was made known, almost every enterprising woman and even some men, tried to get in bed with him.
Now his years in Oxford are over and he is afraid that his freedom is also gone with it. Distant cousins repeatedly lobbied for his return but for years they were unsuccessful. Suddenly and without warning, members of the Bahraini consulate were at his doors and announced his summons to the Kingdom.
He was barely out of one of the family’s private jets when he was immediately escorted by the same two bodyguards that walked behind him. He was supposed to meet immediately with his father at Gudaibiya, one the royal palaces, but due to an emergency meeting with a foreign dignitary, meeting his father for the first after a decade was postponed for another day. Deciding to walk the streets of the city he once called home, he was genuinely puzzled why nobody seemed to notice him, neither the judgmental traditionalists who criticized his youth nor the progressive citizens, who once fawned over the bad boy of the royal family.
The answer to the puzzle was right in front of Isa, in his reflection against the mirrored displays of a luxury boutique in the central business district. Much has changed since his exile; he was no longer the 21 year old boy that was spoiled by the fortunes and privilege of his money. Instead of the gaunt, disheveled and socially awkward look he had before, he is now completely different. Standing at 6 feet, he towered taller than most people around him. He has a solid frame, chiseled
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