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“Of course,” Zarian agreed, the corners of his mouth twitching. The intensity of his gaze unsettled her, assessing and appraising, as if he was trying to read her thoughts.

She took a steadying breath and straightened her spine, forcing her hands to her sides. “Enjoy your stay,” Layna said primly and glided away, head held high.

Zarian lingered, watching her retreat.

CHAPTER FOUR

In the heart of the palace, nestled within stone walls that whispered of secrets, lay a spacious chamber illuminated by the soft glow of oil lamps. Tall, arched windows draped with navy blue curtains allowed slivers of moonlight to dance across the richly woven rugs cushioning the cold stone floor.

Two intricately carved beds stood on opposite ends of the room, their posts reaching toward the high ceiling, each draped with silken canopies that fluttered gently with the night’s breeze. Between these beds sat a grand wooden chest filled with treasures and toys, its surface scarred with marks of play and secret pacts.

Curled up on one of the beds lay a slumbering puppy, its fur a shiny coat of shadow. The animal slept soundly, undisturbed by dreams of chases and conquests.

Two figures huddled over a wooden board topped with worn pieces, their laughter echoing softly in the room. The elder, a handsome boy with a crown of dark waves, moved his piece confidently, a sparkle of triumph in his eyes. The younger, his features a mirror of his brother’s, was graceful in his defeat, his strategy crumbling under his brother’s practiced skill.

Their game was interrupted by a sharp knock, a sound that resonated with authority. The door swung open to reveal their father. His gaze, proud and searching, settled on the elder boy, who sat up straighter under the weight of his father’s attention.

“How have your studies progressed, my son?” the father inquired gently.

“I’ve mastered the latest strategies in warfare from General Harith. And my understanding of our kingdom’s history has deepened, especially our alliances and motivations.” He looked up at his father, hoping for his approval.

The father nodded, a rare smile tugging at his mouth. “And what of the art of leadership? Have you given thought to how you will wield the power that will one day be yours?”

The elder boy paused, considering his words carefully. “Leadership is not just about strength and command, but about wisdom and understanding. It’s about honoring our order.” His youthful voice carried a conviction beyond his years.

The father’s expression softened. “You have learned well. It is this blend of strength and wisdom that makes a true king.”

The younger boy, silent until now, watched with wistfulness. The elder son turned to him with an encouraging smile. “And what about you, brother? Have you not also excelled in your own studies and training?”

The father’s attention shifted, albeit briefly, acknowledging the younger son’s presence with a fleeting glance, but it was enough to stir a feeling of importance in the younger boy.

“Yes, Father! I’ve been practicing my swordsmanship and studying the ancient texts on governance,” the younger son added.

The father gave a curt nod. “Good. It’s important for both of you to be prepared for the future.”

As their father exited, the boys breathed freely, the weight of the future momentarily lifted. The elder boy turned to his brother, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You did well,” he praised, an encouraging smile warming his face. “Remember, we both have our paths to follow, but we’ll always be brothers.”

In the grand hall of Alzahra’s royal palace, beams of sunlight pierced the lofty windows, bathing the room with golden warmth. The scent of polished wood and lingering incense infused the air. Soft murmurs of a diverse crowd—farmers, artisans, and merchants—filled the large room.

Though most of the attendees were men, there were a fair number of women present as well. A few women wore the traditionalniqab, a veil that concealed everything but their eyes, while others chose to cover only their hair, and some chose to not wear any covering at all.

Zarian, standing discreetly to the side, observed the gathering. It had been over a week since his arrival in Alzahra, and each day had revealed a new facet of Princess Layna’s personality. After her stilted apology, she had still remained cautious and distant. Throughout the week, she seemed busy with her royal duties, though Zarian had a sneaking suspicion she was avoiding him.

Nevertheless, it was clear at leastsomeof her duties were genuine—today’s assembly was a testament to her dedication to her people. She personally hosted these monthly meetings, giving the citizens of Alzahra a platform to voice their concerns and ideas directly to their future queen.

His gaze was drawn to Princess Layna as she entered the hall. Dressed in a simple olive-green abaya, she moved with a commanding grace. Her long, dark hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and a simple banded crown sat on her head. Despite himself, Zarian noticed her brown eyes were lined with kohl today, appearing even larger than usual.

As Layna moved through the crowd, greeting her people with a genuine smile and kind words, Zarian admired her ease in interacting with them. Unlike other royals, she seemed humble and sincerely concerned about the well-being of her people.

She seemed like a good person.

A shard of guilt scraped at his conscience, but Zarian quickly silenced it.

“Good morning, citizens of Alzahra,” Layna greeted. “It’s heartening to see so many of you here today. Together, we can ensure Alzahra continues to thrive, even in these challenging times.”

The chatter gradually hushed as Layna spoke. All eyes focused on her, and it was evident she was deeply respected by her people.

On the raised dais, the large throne dwarfed Layna as she sat down. The assembly began, and a farmer in a sun-bleached tunic and weathered hat was the first to step forward, the lines on his face deepened with worry. “Your Majesty, I’m not exactly sure why, but the mirsham fruit crops are dwindling. We fear this will affect our livelihood.”

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