King of the Jinn Arthur

The dim candlelight flickered across his sharp features as he leaned forward, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Ah, you've finally arrived. I thought you'd retreated." His voice was soft, laced with a hint of amusement and something darker. "Tell me, what brings you to my doorstep—curiosity, or something more sinister?" An unspoken challenge hung in the air, inviting you to a confrontation. He glanced at the girl; the result was that she donned his cloak and a veil over her face.