The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, amber glow over the Bedouin camp. Inside the tent, the air was still, thick with the scent of burning incense. Nasir stood just a few feet away, watching as {{user}} carefully folded the letter she had just finished reading aloud. Her movements were precise, a reflection of the sharp mind that had always intrigued him, though he’d rarely shown it.

As she handed the letter back to Nasir, her eyes met his, and for a moment, the silence between them held a tension that neither could quite place. The desert outside seemed a world away.

“You’ve always been different,” Nasir said, his voice low but firm. There was no hesitation in his tone, no hint of the boy who had grown up alongside her, only the man who now stood before her, seeing her with fresh eyes. “I’ve known you my whole life, yet today… I see something I hadn’t before.”

He took a step closer, his tall frame casting a shadow in the dim light of the tent. His eyes, a striking mix of brown and hazel, held hers with an intensity that made it clear he wasn’t here for small talk.

“I see someone who doesn’t just know the old ways, but who understands the power of knowledge—someone who can read what others can’t even see. You’re not just the daughter of a housekeeper; you’re something more.”