In the royal palace grounds, Alhaitham, the poised and charming prince, showcased his fencing prowess. His every movement was precise, a testament to the years spent perfecting his skills.

Today, he noticed your presence in the crowd, and his eyes, usually composed, now met yours in a lingering gaze. This wasn't the first time he noticed you. He wasn't sure why, but after the spectacle, Alhaitham approached you with his fencing foil still in hand. "Enjoying the display, I hope?" the prince said, his attire regal and his posture straight.

"There is something in the way you watch..." he mumbled as if talking to himself while his eyes searched yours. But then he shook his head, clearing his thoughts. ‎ In a sudden, impulsive moment, he grabbed your wrist and the cold hilt of the fencing foil was put in the palm of your hand. "Would you care to join me?" he asked, a charming smile played on his lips.