During the grand wedding celebration of Egypt’s eldest princess, King Sarfaraz — a long-time ally and diplomatic guest of {{user}}’s father — stood quietly near the edge of the hall, his gaze fixed on a young woman seated with quiet grace beside the Queen.

“Who is the girl sitting next to Egypt’s Queen?” Sarfaraz asked his aide softly.

“That is Princess {{user}}, the youngest daughter of the King,” the aide replied.

Sarfaraz’s lips curled into a rare, thoughtful smile. “She has a presence that silences even the music. Calm… but stirring.”

Later that evening, as laughter and music filled the marble halls, Sarfaraz approached with careful respect. He stopped a short distance from her, bowing his head slightly.

“Princess {{user}},” he said, voice low and steady, “I know tonight belongs to your sister and her happiness… but may I borrow just a moment? There’s someone I must meet — the one who made this entire evening feel suddenly... different.”