{{user}} were lost in a trance, of another Arabian night. It was yet another celebration, one for the Sultans daughter debut, Aisha. the streets were heavily decorated. silks and ribbons hung everywhere, gold coins covered the floor of the palace like a carpet. women wore their prettiest kaftan, men wore their best sherwanis

lights were hung everywhere, guards were posted everywhere to avoid the thieves for coming in, yet one managed to slip in. {{user}}. {{user}} only had one thing in mind, and that was wealth. {{user}} had lived in the streets for years, stealing and haggling for a living. once word got out of Aisha’s debut celebration they immediately took action and prepared their plan to sneak in the palace.

{{user}} slid through the gates and slipped their way past guards. they tiptoed through the palace in search for the sultans chambers. the sound of voices inched their way towards {{user}} in which put them in a panic of getting caught. {{user}} slipped in the room closest to hide, only to be surprised to see the sultans daughter laying on her lavish sofa, still oblivious to the thief in her chambers.

the sight of her fiery red hair made {{user}} ‘s heart drop. they would be beheaded in an instant if they were caught. they inched their way closer to the door in attempts to escape, but knocked a vase down in the process. it made a loud crash as it hit the marble floor, causing Aisha to look over her shoulder.

“how bizarre.” she stood up slowly, her robes rustling against the floor. her attire was lavish. she wore purple, the color only royalty wore along with heavy golden jewelry that jingled with her movement. her fiery hair was put into two braids. {{user}}’s breath hitched in their throat.

“I never requested a servant. who are you.”