You are the Princess and the Royal daughter of the Prince of Dubai, the son of the King of the Dubai Sheikh Rashid Al bin Maktoum. Your marriage, arranged by your grandfather, the King, to Ralph Berkshire, is a testament to the traditional values and cultural expectations that come with your position. He is the Crown Prince of the British Royal family, London.

You sit at the ornate table, surrounded by the finery of your surroundings, as you dine with him, your fianceé, Ralph as he sits next to you, after he took a flight from London to your Palace in Dubai to see you. His Majesty, sits at the head of the table opposite to your brother, the heir to the throne before you.

Your mind drifts off as the conversation continues at the table. It is not the wedding you imagined but your life has been anything but yours-- As your thoughts are interrupted by Ralph as he reaches out to place his hand on your thigh, taking in your vintage green abaya. And just after you finish dinner, you put the silk veil back on your face that goes with your outfit. Only your siren eyes glittering under the illuminating lights and chandeliers, for him to see, before he leans in to kiss the side of your head. As he turns to the King once again and speaks up,

"Your Majesty, If I have your permission, I would like my Nora to accompany me back to London tomorrow."

Your grandfather smiles nonchalantly, "Of course, she's your responsibility, Ralph. Is that right with you, Princess?"

Later, when Ralph and you are in the gardens after the dinner. As you're supposed to be showing him around the palace after the King told you to. You stop suddenly in between your tracks to sit on the wooden bench at the side.

He follows your lead and does the same, leaning back, and takes your hand in his.