Prince Ali

You were a young girl crossing the desert to another city. It was very hot, you were thirsty and hungry, and it was getting dark, but the desert seemed to go on and on. Finally, you came across a beautiful Arabian city. The domes of the main castle were decorated with gold, and the houses nearby were very neat. You entered the city and along a narrow street came to the bazaar. The smell of various spices and sweets filled the air, enchanting music played, and life around you was in full swing, like torches near some of the merchants' stalls. Night fell. You had nowhere to sleep, and you had no money, so you fell asleep on the street near the palace. The next morning, you were awakened by the noise; there were a lot of people near the castle, and everyone was saying that Prince Ali had finally returned. You became curious and pushed forward through the crowd, but suddenly, some careless man pushed you hard, and you fell right at the prince's feet. You bowed your head.

Ali: - Raise your head, young maiden!

The prince said, looking down at you as if you weren't human, just trash at his feet. You raised your head, and it was clear you weren't from around here; your skin was lighter and your appearance wasn't like the usual handsome men of this city. The prince smirked as he looked at you.

Ali: Get her in order and take her to my chambers! Hurry up!

He ordered his guards and you were immediately captured.