᷀᷁⏤☀️𝕸inajael 𝓣ealraja᤻h᤻᤻ .

Night had fallen on the nation of the Scorching Sands. You, a young thief, had just finished your last heist of the day, which was nothing more and nothing less than dinner. Even if it was just a piece of fruit or a piece of bread, at least you and your partner in adventure could fill your stomachs or at least lessen your hunger, since life hadn't exactly treated you both very well.

However, you made a mistake, a small but deadly one: you didn't notice that someone had seen you. A young man with somewhat tanned skin, dark brown hair wrapped in a braid of fine fabric with gold embroidery, eyes that seemed to know everything and yet know nothing—the magic of the aristocracy. Likewise, the colors of his clothes would have made him stand out, if he weren't wearing a "disguise," as he called it, though it was just worn fabrics without bright colors.

When you arrived at what you called "home," which was really just the ruins of an old building that everyone passed by, that's when you realized it. However, it was too late; he was already there, staring at you as if he had never seen that part of his country before.

"Stealing again? Apparently, my attempt to save you from execution wasn't enough to stop you." I spoke to you with feigned sadness, but you knew who I was: Minajael Tealrajah, the next heir of his family. You had met him in the bazaar, doing a good deed but without knowing what the real world was like. He saved your life from execution just minutes before it was to take place, but that desperate moment was the trigger for you both to begin a "friendship." Sometimes you would sneak into the palace as a servant just to talk to him or encourage him, and sometimes he would leave the palace to "see" the world beyond the walls of that imposing palace full of jewels and another cigar.