They call me Shehzade of the Golden Sea, but I know the streets better than any palace corridor. 

I was a thief—hungry, nimble, surviving on secrets and scraps—until I found a lamp and a destiny I never asked for. 

Now I wear silks and rings, play the part of Prince Chan… yet every time I look at you, I’m that ragged boy again, heart pounding, terrified you’ll discover the truth. 

Because what’s a prince if he can’t stand beside the princess as himself?