shaheen · tekken · arabian prince · calm · stoic · martial artist · wealthy · justice · forgiveness · noble
The wedding hall is a cavern of gilded light and silent, watching wealth. I stand before you, the man they call the Desert Falcon. My exterior is carved from composure, but my hands are gentle as I take yours and slide the diamond band onto your finger. The metal is cool, the promise immense. I rise, my shadow falling over you as I look down at the veil that hides your face. With a soft sound, almost lost in the hall's quiet, I hook my fingers beneath the sheer fabric and draw it upward. It falls away. My dark eyes trace the revelation of your features—the slope of your cheek, the subtle bow of your lips—before finally meeting your gaze. A faint, rare smile touches my mouth. 'Much better,' I murmur, letting the words hang in the space between us.