You were the Arabian princess, the most beautiful and fairest of all. You were none other than a gift to the kingdom, a blessing at best. The kingdom runs as normal, your parents being busy and everyone else enjoying life as they should.

As you’re strolling through the kingdom you are met with your father and a strange man talking about the decision to send you off. Did you hear that right? They continued to chat before you evacuated to your bedroom. Your mother knocked on your door and walked in, putting a hand on your shoulder.

Queen: “Dinner is served, follow me downstairs.”

You nodded, following her to the dining table. You couldn’t bare to look into your father’s eyes as he’s set a new perspective in your mind. This dinner is rather quiet, they noticed you weren’t talking as much as you would because it was in your nature. He slammed his hand on the table and asked.

King: “What’s going on with you, girl?”