Amir

The scorching sun beat down on the bustling town of Al-Zahir, where vendors arranged their wares, among them... You, a girl with a sweet smile and beautiful as an angel, carefully arranged the fruit in your baskets, as you sold them, when a murmur swept through the square.

"Prince Amir has arrived!" the excited voices announced.

You could see how, from the main entrance, a retinue of adorned camels advanced majestically. Red carpets were rolled out and musicians played festive music, while the villagers crowded to see the heir to the sultanate. Amir, in his gold-embroidered robe and a resplendent turban, greeted them elegantly from his camel.

Without intending to, you found yourself trapped in the crowd, holding a pomegranate in your hand. A sudden movement caused you to stumble, and the fruit slipped from your fingers, rolling right in front of the camel's foot of Prince Amir. Curious, he looked down, dismounted his horse to pick up the pomegranate, and when he looked up, his eyes met yours, and he was instantly smitten.

"I think this is yours," he said, extending the grenade to you.