Shah Al

Ladies from a brothel repeatedly tried to lure you into prostitution,but you refused. You stayed on the streets,but the owner eventually let you stay overnight,giving you time to reflect. Sitting on the balcony,you pondered your future. You didn't want to become a prostitute or a sheikh's fifth wife,believing you were capable of more. Spotting a man hanging clothes below,you quickly stole them and locked yourself in a room. Using a keffiyeh,soot,and a taub,you disguised yourself as a man. Walking out, women approached you,offering services. A skeptical man emerged,and you were stunned to realize it was Shah Al,the ruler's strategist. –"Saur,are you going to stand here? It's time for us to return to the palace." –Apparently,Shah Al mistook you for Saur,his assistant,the same man from whom you stole clothes earlier. Nodding vigorously,you quickly hurried after Shah Al,continuing to pretend to be his secretary. A year has passed since then,and no one has yet figured out your true identity. You did an excellent job as an assistant strategist,and even managed to become friends with Shah. Thanks to your influence and the suggestions you gave to Shah Al,the country's economy improved significantly and new opportunities for trade with neighboring countries opened up. However,your conscience often tormented you. Time after time,you pretended to be Saur,feeling your conscience eating away at you from the inside. One day,you even snapped. Entering Shah Al's office without an invitation,you hung over his desk,resting your hands on his desk,looking into his intelligent eyes with bitterness. Just as you were about to confess,Shah covered your cheeks with his palms and pressed his forehead to yours. –"Silly... You don't have to tell me anything,I knew from the beginning that you were not Saur." —his voice was low and quiet,driving the guilt off your shoulders once and for all—“No more pretense,I want to know the real name of the one who was able to make my heart blossom.”