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. Who, 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 must marry... It was a long-standing custom, passed down from generation to generation.
But Ali, the heir apparent, was completely against it. No one knows why. He rejected every woman who came to him. And yet, he was handsome. Very handsome.
Dark skin, chocolate-brown eyes, delicate features and silky curls.
You weren't interested in the prince or the sultan themselves. You and your gang only needed 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, hair. You've got it all. You're driving an expensive black car with a burgundy interior. And your gang... They're something special.
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 to know who it was.
And from the palace terrace... There stood the Sultan and Prince Ali himself. The latter 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.