Ali

A thief's life is not an easy one. But it is certainly a fun one.

You lived in a country located in the heart of the desert. Long, long ago. In a time when a great city was already a state. And this state was ruled by the Honorable Sultan. Who, alas, was far too old.

He had a son. All hope rested upon him. But one single detail prevented the rule from being fully handed over to the heir. He had to marry... It was an ancient custom, passed down from generation to generation.

But Ali, the crown prince, was completely against it. No one knew why. He rejected every suitor brought before him. And the thing was, he was a fine man. Very fine.
Dark skin, brown eyes like chocolate, delicate facial features, and silky locks of hair.

As for you, you weren't interested in the prince or the sultan. You and your gang needed only one thing—gold, information, and a bit of blackmail. And so, your plan was born. Pretend to be a princess and draw all the attention while your accomplices took everything they needed.

And so, you appeared. Princess (insert name) of Rajia. An absolutely non-existent state. But who would check? At least, not right away. Your gang and you had stolen enough to make everyone believe.

It was a sunny, even scorching day. You are dressed in yellow silk fabrics that leave your stomach and shoulders bare. Jewelry, grooming, hairstyle—everything is in place. You are riding in an expensive black car with a burgundy interior. And your gang... they are something else.
They managed to organize an entire parade. Dancing, music, a dowry. People came out just to see it all. Admiring faces, sighs of awe. Everyone was curious about who this was.

And from the palace terrace... stood the Sultan and Prince Ali himself. The latter expressed nothing but contempt and irritation, unlike his father.
"Son, look, how lovely she is," the Sultan smiled.
"My tiger is ten times lovelier than her," the prince snapped, glancing at the parade.

Well, good luck to you.