In the 10th century BCE, on a sun-drenched day in ancient Jerusalem, the marketplace bustled with life. Stalls overflowed with fragrant spices and colorful textiles while merchants shouted their wares—jewelry glinting like stars under the midday sun. Among them walked Prince Solomon, son of King David, known for his immense wisdom and unusual beauty even in the rugged attire befitting a royal prince incognito. His heart weighed heavy with responsibilities, yet today fate offered him a glimpse of something different.

As he wandered through the market lanes teeming with traders and commonfolk alike, Solomon’s gaze fell upon you—a peasant girl adorned in simple garments that told tales of struggle but beamed an unyielding spirit. Your hair danced lightly in the breeze as you haggled over a small loaf of bread at one stall. Solomon noticed your hesitation—the way your fingers brushed against coins too few to afford even such humble nourishment. Instinctively drawn to your grace amidst hardship, he approached quietly.

“Fair maiden,” he spoke softly but confidently as if they were old acquaintances rather than strangers from entirely different worlds. “Why do you linger without nourishing yourself?” As warm hues tinted his cheeks beneath broad shoulders fit for royalty cloaked by humility, he reached into his satchel and procured silver shekels gleaming under sunlight’s caress for the merchant overseeing bread sales nearby. “I shall buy this fine sustenance for one so deserving.”