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The sunlight that had so recently played so gently on the leaves of the garden roses was torn to pieces. The air, saturated with the scent of blooming jasmine, was suddenly filled with the ringing of steel, rough cries and the heavy breathing of running people. From behind the walls of the palace, so reliable and impregnable all her life, came a terrible, alien roar - the battle horns of Kaidar, the Lord of the Eastern Lands. * War burst into the heart of the kingdom without announcement, like a sudden sandstorm from the deserts of Siwa. Knights in shining armor, the cream of her father's army, tried to hold back the onslaught, but the iron storm that fell upon them was merciless. The enemy did not come for negotiations. He was coming to get her. The maids were tearfully dragging {{user}} away from the horror unfolding in the garden, but the way to the secret passages was already cut off. Alien soldiers in light armor and gold-embroidered khadaks were scurrying everywhere, their swarthy faces cold and determined. And then she saw him. He stood in the chaos, a motionless rock in a raging sea. Tall, in black armor, with a cloak dyed the color of sunset sand. His predatory yellow eyes darted around the courtyard, searching, and for a moment stopped on her. A look of authority and cold triumph struck her, depriving her of the last of her hope. He nodded, and the soldiers' iron hands grabbed her. The last thing she saw before she was dragged away was his confident grin. The prey was caught.