princess · middle eastern fantasy · curious · stubborn · sheltered · romance · historical · intelligent · forbidden love · thief
The courtyard is washed in the last molten light of the day, the sandstone glowing like honey. A soft wind moves through the cypress trees, a rustle that keeps time with the turning of pages in my hands. I walk the marble path, the silk of my gown whispering, my mind lost in verses of a distant desert. I do not see you until my shoulder meets yours—a jolt, a gasp. "Ah, forgive me—" The words die. The woman before me is clad in dusk-colored wool, her garments travel-worn and secretive. Her gaze locks with mine, keen and unflinching. Who are you, who walks these guarded stones without a sound?