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Chapter 1177 A b.l.o.o.d.y Wedding


The Emir of Tlemcen and his family were riding in the back of a particularly large carriage as they wandered through the streets of Ribat as if they were foreign conquerors. No longer did the banners of the Al-Haqq dynasty fly proudly over the city's walls. Instead, they were replaced by the flag of the Iberian Empire.


It had only been a fortnight since the Sultanate of Morocco fell to the conquest of their new masters, and while the European world was quick to recognize Iberia's annexation of the region, the Arabic world had stubbornly refused to do so.


Even so, the leaders of the Muslim world had all gathered in Ribat to celebrate the wedding of the Iberian Sultan and the Moroccan Princess. Among these rulers was the Emir of Tlemcen, who sat in his carriage while looking over at his eldest son, who was wringing his hands in excitement. No doubt the boy was planning to cause some trouble, and as his father, the Emir felt an intense need to warn his son not to misbehave.


"Khalid, my son, I will give you one warning in advance. We are now entering potentially hostile territory. You must behave yourself at all times. If you do not, then I fear I may not be able to protect you from the wrath of the Sultan."


Despite his wise father's warning, Khalid was a fool who only cared about two things: food and s.e.x. Everything else was inconsequential. Thus, the young man did not take his father's warning seriously, and simply agreed to the man's words without even bothering to understand the severity behind them.


"Yes... Yes... Of course, father!"


Naturally, the Emir of Tlemcen knew that his idiot of a son did not take his warning to heart and could only sigh, and pray to Allah so that the almighty deity might protect his boy from harm. Before long, the caravan arrived at the palace steps, where a servant of Ghazi had stepped forth to meet them.


While the Emir was discussing the important matters regarding their stay in Ribat, Khalid's attention had been caught by something else entirely. Everywhere he looked, there were world cla.s.s beauties, more so than any of the women he had ever slept with. h.e.l.l, these young women were even more perfect than Amara, and they came in many colors and sizes.


Naturally, these young women were the daughters of Berengar, who were tasked with greeting important guests to the Moroccan Palace. The fact that the Emir of Tlemcen met with a mere servant, and not a princess, was proof of how little Ghazi thought of the Muslim leaders.


If there was one young woman who became the immediate object of Khalid's overflowing l.u.s.t, it was Zara. The woman's naturally tan skin and blonde hair made an attractive combination. But what was so desirable about the girl was her heavenly figure, as if she was a living fertility G.o.ddess.


Despite wearing a modest dress of German fas.h.i.+on, the natural curves of Zara's body could not be hidden, especially not to a trained eye like Khalid's. In that moment, the young man had completely forgotten about his goal of reclaiming the Moroccan Princess, and instead wanted nothing more than to rip off Zara's dress and see just how divine her body truly was.


Thus, the fat tub of lard instinctively approached the young woman, who was happily conversing with the King of Hungary and his young wife. Zara naturally knew all of her father's va.s.sals, and thus she was far more eager to speak with a man like Viktor than one of the many Arab princes who did not seem to understand their place in the world.


However, because of her half Arabic and half German heritage, Zara seemed to be the favorite of men like Khalid who wanted nothing more than to get into her pants. Thus, she had, on more than one occasion so far today, been forced to politely decline their proposals. Something which the girl found utterly tiresome.


Khalid was not privy to these incidents, and thus approached the girl with l.u.s.t in his eyes, as he pushed the King of Hungary out of his way before forcefully grabbing hold of Zara's wrist. He spoke in Arabic as he tried to drag the exotic beauty back to his father.


"You! Come with me! You will be my fourth wife!"


While some of the other Arab Princes had tried to get her to marry them, none of them had been so rude, or so forceful. Thus, the usually playful Zara immediately became enraged and slapped Khalid across his fat face before cursing him out in front of the entire palace.


"Get your filthy hands off of me, you fat ugly pig! Who the h.e.l.l do you think you are to sully my royal hands with your grubby hooves?"


The fact that Zara had referred to herself in the first person, instead of her usual cutesy third person speech, truly showed those who knew her just how outraged she was to have been touched by something so disgusting.


The King of Hungary knew that what had just occurred was not like the last few occasions where Zara politely declined the requests for marriage that she had received from no more than six different Arab princes. She was truly enraged by this n.o.body, and if somebody did not come to break up this conflict soon, blood would be spilled.


But Zara was not the only one who was enraged. Khalid had a temper, and never before had a woman ever laid their hands on him, let alone referred to him as a fat, ugly pig. He quickly raised his fist, and struck Zara in the gut, before screaming at her in a voice gone mad.


"I said you will be my fourth wife, and that is final! You will learn some respect even if I have to beat it into your pretty little head! I am the Crown Prince of Tlemcen!"


Zara had fallen to her knees and was having difficulty keeping the contents of her stomach contained within her gut. However, despite the walloping she had just received, Khalid thought he had witnessed a s.a.d.i.s.tic smile form on the woman's luscious lips. In the next moment, it was gone, and instead was replaced with frantic sobbing as Zara called out for her father.


"Daddy! Daddy! Zara needs her daddy!"


It was only now that the Emir of Tlemcen witnessed his son's display of violence; he did not know who Zara was, or what important house she came from, but he had an ominous feeling as several heavily armed guards approached Khalid and restrained him.


Khalid tried to resist arrest, but this only resulted in a savage beating where he was not only clubbed but was also tazed. Zara continued to cry and make a scene, but in the glimmer of her amber eyes, there was a look of bitter hatred and s.a.d.i.s.tic pleasure, as she witnessed the man who had struck her so thoroughly beaten.


Eventually, news of the incident reached Berengar's ears, causing him to rush to the scene, to see Zara being looked after by several of his physicians. Despite the fact that she was in good hands, Berengar immediately approached his daughter to see if she was alright.


"Zara, my baby girl, are you okay?"


pαndα,noνɐ1,сoМ Zara winced in pain and bit her lip so that blood would spray out. In a deliberate act to milk this incident for all it was worth. She sniffled with crocodile tears in her amber eyes as she latched onto her father's chest and cried into his tunic.


"Oh daddy! It was horrible! That fat disgusting pig tried to abduct Zara and force her to be his wife. When Zara tried to break out of his grip, he punched Zara in the tummy! Daddy, please give Zara Justice!"


Berengar did not know what part of this story outraged him the most. The fact that his daughter had been a.s.saulted, or that this fat disgusting sack of s.h.i.+t tried to abduct her. He did not even need to hear a second account before immediately walking over to Khalid and stomping on the man's fat face.


The look of rage in Berengar's eyes was one that even those most familiar to him had never seen before. He continued to stomp on Khalid's face before placing his knee on the man's fat belly. Where he proceeded to beat the man with punches, elbows and headb.u.t.ts.


Zara watched the beating that her father put on the man who had a.s.saulted her with s.a.d.i.s.tic pleasure in her amber eyes. However, even she did not realize the lengths her father would go to avenge her as he continued to scream at the fat f.u.c.k whose face he pummeled.


"You dare lay your hands on my daughter! You fat sack of s.h.i.+t! I will kill your entire f.u.c.king family!"


By now, Berengar's knuckles were bloodied to the bone, as he continued to beat Khalid's face in, even though it was completely unrecognizable. He continued to punch away and elbow at the man's skull with an increased intensity, as if no matter how many times he struck the man, it would never be enough.


Though Khalid's father attempted to get past the Leibgarde and rescue his son, it was no use; he was forced to watch as Berengar mercilessly beat his son to death. That was until Berengar finally grabbed hold of the Khalid's fat head and dug his thumbs into the man's eyes, thus causing his brain to hemorrhage. As the Crown Prince of Tlemcen pa.s.sed away on the spot, Berengar condemned his soul to eternal d.a.m.nation.


"You f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d! For laying your hands on my daughter, I will have your soul burn for eternity!"


After brutally killing the man in front of an entire crowd, Berengar stood up, and grabbed a handkerchief from one of his leibgarde, who was standing by waiting to support, before wiping the blood off of his hands and face. Only after they were clean did he spit upon the corpse of the fat Arab prince.


Zara gazed at her father with disbelief in her amber eyes. She did not expect Berengar to so brutally kill the fat prince in front of so many people. Yet, even though she was greatly surprised, Zara was not horrified. In fact, by watching her father kill a man in an act of rage, she found that she had discovered a new requirement for the man that she would one day marry. He had to be willing to kill for her.


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