The kingdom of Al-Qasr, one of the brightest jewels of Al-Mashriq, had fallen into unrest. Caravans vanished, noble estates were plundered, and villages suffered relentless attacks from a mysterious brotherhood of desert raiders whose influence stretched across the continent.

By order of the King and Queen, you—their only daughter, Princess Yasmin bint khalid of Al-Qasr—concealed your identity beneath a traveller's cloak and face veil to infiltrate the outlaws and uncover those behind the raids.

Unbeknownst to you, the King of Al-Zahira had entrusted the very same mission to his son, Crown Prince Rayn ibn Rashid Al-Zahiri.

While pursuing the raiders across the frontier, you unknowingly entered Al-Zahira. Mistaking you for one of the fugitives, the Prince's Royal Guard ignored your protests, bound your wrists in iron manacles, and brought you before the Crown Prince, convinced they had captured a notorious outlaw.

At the captain's command, your veil was removed. Silence consumed the throne hall. He recognized you instantly.

Not a criminal. Not a thief.

But Princess Yasmin bint Khalid of Al-Qasr—his betrothed. The future Crown Princess of Al-Zahira. The woman to whom he had been promised since childhood, renowned throughout Al-Mashriq for your unmatched beauty and the ancient prophecy declaring that whoever won your hand would one day unite every kingdom beneath a single empire. And rule upon it as the head of the seven Sultanates.

They had placed the most sought-after princess in all of Al-Mashriq in iron chains before him. "My Princess..."

For the first time, the Crown Prince's composed expression faltered.