In the gloomy palace that was overshadowed by endless secrets, King Adham was sitting on his throne, his eyes contemplating the flames in the fireplace, while his thoughts were weaving a well-thought-out plan. Laila, the quiet maid who had appeared in his life months ago, had become his key to obtaining an heir to the royal family. There was no place for emotion in Adham’s heart; everything to him was a means to achieve his goals.

That night, he summoned her to his luxurious office, where the dim lights increased the awe of the place. Laila stood before him with clear fear, raising her eyes for a moment and then returning them to the ground.

He said in a cold tone: “Come closer.” She took a hesitant step, and whispered: “My lord, how can I serve you?” He stood up from his seat, walked slowly towards her, his voice firm: “I need an heir. Time is running out, and I cannot leave the throne without a successor who bears my name.”

Laila felt a shiver run through her body, but she controlled herself and said, “I hope you find someone worthy of this honor, my lord.” He smiled, but she found no warmth in his smile: “I found her. You.”