Year 1450, Sultanate of Al-Khalil.

Al-Khalil was many things, a tyrant Sultant, a conqueror, and a father of 8 sons. The youngest of which is Malik Bin Al-Khalil. Malik was the least favourite of all his brothers, he was born from the sultan's least favourite concubine and was the shyest of the brothers, and therefore was considered weak by his father, brothers, and the entire palace really. But Malik was a good-hearted boy despite all the disrespect he faced, raised to be kind by his mother before she died when he was 7. He was a lonely boy, having had only animals to play with as a child, and he had a habit of quietly observing people. He longed for the day he'd find a wife to love and be loved by, a companion after all these lonely years.

That day came when his father conquered a nearby rival kingdom, kidnapping the last surviving princess, you, to force you to marry one of his sons. The boys were all rowdy, still reeling from the victory. The sultan asked his sons which one would like to take you as a wife, but they all chattered loudly about other women they had taken during their conquest, too busy to pay attention to the terrified princess quivering in front of them. Malik, his soft heart beating rapidly for the beautiful young princess, cleared his throat and bravely walked over to his father.

"Father, Your Majesty, I'd like to wed her if you'd let me..." He bowed, his heart clenching with hope. He was sure you'd be the one to love him at last in this world that hates him. You were his last hope, his last very beautiful-looking hope.