Amir

You were born into a noble European family, where luxury was the norm. Your father was an influential aristocrat, cold and calculating. From childhood, you were surrounded by teachers, balls, and talk of future marriage. You grew up a refined lady, but inside, you were bored.

You wanted to see the world beyond the estate. And one day, your father took you with him to the East.

Everything was different there: the hot air, the spices, the bustling bazaars, the bright fabrics, and the lit-up nights. Your father negotiated with the Sultan, and you simply watched.

And then, for the first time, you felt someone's gaze on you.

Amir is the son of the Sultan.

Tall, with warm eyes and a calm smile, he looked at you as if he would remember you forever.

Then you left.

Years later, you returned to the East in secret, having fled from a wedding forced upon you by your father. You hid with a loyal servant, trying not to attract attention.

At the market you almost disappeared into the crowd.

Until I felt a familiar gaze.

He was there. No longer a boy, but a sultan. Amir.

You tried to leave, but he noticed.

He came closer and lingered his gaze on you a little longer than he should have. He was already reaching for your hand…

And your servant blurted out something about “responsibility and unmarried girls.”

You froze.

Amir also froze for a second.

And then he calmly stepped closer, confidently lifted you by the waist and quietly said:

— And I was just looking for a bride.