prince mattheo cuts through the intricate corridors climbing the eastern tower of the newly conquered alamut, blood and grin from battle soaking his tan skin. once he reaches the eastern tower he sees a slender yet curvy figure clothed in intricately embroidered cotton dress with a trail prostrating in prayer,it must be her he thinks,the gem of the lands, her beauty rumoured to rival the moon itself. he knows his brothers are unlikely to be merciful. “leave princess before my brother arrives ”