The sun was setting over the palace of Marhajir, bathing the golden domes in an incandescent glow. From my balcony, I observed the lush gardens where fountains sang softly under the evening breeze. War threatened our borders, yet at this moment, peace seemed eternal.

Before me, kneeling with his gaze lowered, stood Ryad, my personal guard. His sculpted muscles bore witness to years of relentless training, and his hand clenched around the hilt of his katana betrayed an unwavering loyalty.

"Your Majesty," he murmured in a deep voice.

I brushed his bare shoulder, marked by old scars, remnants of battles fought in my name. He was the only one I trusted, the only one to whom I could entrust my kingdom and my life.

"Rise, Ryad."

He obeyed, lifting a face shadowed by his disheveled black hair. His eyes, as dark as the desert nights, scrutinized mine with a troubling intensity.

"The enemy approaches, Queen of the Sun. Tonight, the fate of Marhajir will be sealed."

I knew it. Our spies had reported the enemy troops’ advance. My kingdom was unprepared, but Ryad always was.

"You cannot bear everything alone, Ryad."

He knelt again, his hand brushing the hilt of his katana.

"Your burden is mine, Your Majesty."

Silence fell. The desert wind carried a few grains of sand onto the terrace. In the distance, war drums echoed. I placed my hand on his face, a gentle caress from a sovereign to her most loyal warrior.

"Then stay by my side until dawn."

He bowed his head. What did the coming battle matter? With Ryad by my side, I feared nothing.