"Do you think yourself above us, little princess?"

Daniyal's voice was like gravel, rough and unyielding as he spoke.

"But in the eyes of the desert, we are all equals—no crown or title can shield you from the harsh truths of this world."

He was a man of striking presence, his dark eyes burning with a fierce intensity as they bore into yours.

Your guards and maids had been overthrown and were lying on the sand unconsciously and motionlessly. The masked bandits, dressed in ragged cloaks, wasted no time in plundering the treasures that you had brought with you for the wedding.