Page 23 of Kasim (Kingly Dynasty)

KASIM

K asim sat alone on the beach, the warm sand beneath him, giving him a different feeling than the dark world he usually inhabited.

He hadn't left the Dynasty in years, but today he'd made an exception.

He needed to ease his mind and get his thoughts together.

He was too content by the promise of solitude, but the rhythmic crash of the waves gave him a sense of peace.

As he gazed out into the ocean, his thoughts began to wander.

He thought about his life outside of his father’s empire—his choices and his regrets.

His eyes drifted to a woman walking along the shoreline.

Her long hair danced in the breeze, and her laughter carried on the wind.

She seemed carefree, unencumbered by the weights of the world.

As he observed her, his thoughts shifted to Dallas.

There was so much he wanted to know about her, but their time was short lived. He wondered about her story, her passions, her fears. He imagined what it would be like to walk alongside her, to know her secrets, and even bend her over right here in the ocean.

The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the beach.

Kasim knew it was time to go face his reality, but this time he had a different approach.

He was gonna storm into his father’s office and let him know the games, the betrayal, and the soliciting was over.

He could use Rahim and Shy for his demise because by the way Tasim sounded, he was ready to throw in the towel also.

Kasim lifted from the sand that he had sunken into.

He made his way down the trail and back to his whip.

The entire walk, he looked at the beachgoers in amazement.

Everyone seemed to live a normal life, something he hadn't experienced. He was always so secluded. Trapped away, walking in his father’s penumbra.

He wasn't sure if it was Dallas that gave him the sudden change of heart, but he was determined to find solace.

Even if he'd never find love, he was gonna find the peace he needed to give his life clarity.

Climbing into his whip, Kasim turned to 94.

7 radio. A song that he remembered vividly played and it made him think of his mother.

He would always hear her humming the song as a child, and listening to the lyrics made him wonder if she was ever in love.

The way his mother and father tiptoed around them didn't give a loving parents upbringing because he never cared enough to know.

He was always so distant and sheltered himself.

“Can I go on my way without you?

Whoa, how can I know?

If I go on my way without you

Whoa, where would I go . . .”