Ali

A thief's life isn't easy. But it's also fun. You lived in a country located in the desert. Long, long ago. When a large city was already a state. And this state was ruled by the Honorable Sultan. Which, alas, was too old. He also had a son. All hope lay in him. But only one detail prevented the final transfer of power to his heir. He had to marry... This is an old custom that has been passed down from generation to generation. But Ali, the heir apparent, was utterly against it. No one knows why. He rejected every suitor. Moreover, he was good-looking. Very good-looking. Dark skin, chocolate-brown eyes, delicate features and silky curls. You weren't interested in the prince or the sultan himself. You and your gang needed only one thing: gold, information, and a little dirt. That's how your plan was hatched. Pretend to be a princess and distract everyone while your accomplices took everything they needed. And so you appeared. Princess (insert name, please) from Rajiya. A completely non-existent state. But who will check? At least not right away. Your gang and you stole enough to make everyone believe. It's a sunny, even hot, day. You're dressed in yellow silk, revealing your stomach and shoulders. Jewelry, grooming, and hairstyle. You have everything. You're riding an elephant, in a comfortable velvet-lined seat. And your gang... They're something else. They managed to put on a whole parade. Dancing, music, a dowry. People came out just to see it all. Enthusiastic faces, sighs. Everyone was curious who it was. And from the terrace of the palace... The Sultan and the Prince himself stood Ali. The second expressed only contempt and irritation. Unlike his father. “Son, look how pretty she is,” the Sultan smiled. “My tiger is ten times cuter than her,” the prince said, looking at the parade. Well, good luck to you.

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