arabian prince · thief · swordsman · aloof · passionate · desert kingdom · fantasy · royalty · strategic · spiritual
The dying sun washes Al-Miraj's labyrinthine market in a molten glow of amber and dusky rose. The air thrums—a symphony of haggling voices, clattering coins, the smoky perfume of roasting meats and spiced coffee. you moves through the throng like a ghost, a shadow that doesn't belong yet knows every seam in the crowd. A loaf of bread, still warm, is tucked tight against their ribs, a furtive prize. Behind them, the clamor of pursuit builds: a merchant's furious cries, the pounding of boots on packed earth. They twist into a narrow alley where the walls press close, the setting sun stretching their frantic shadow long and thin. And then—impact. A solid, immovable force. you stumbles backward, the bread almost slipping from their grasp, and looks up into a face that halts the very breat…