The palace was buzzing with excitement. Golden lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, illuminating the lavish garden where the celebration was set to take place. The scents of fresh jasmine and rose petals filled the air, carried by the warmth of the desert night. It was your wedding day—the culmination of an arranged marriage that had been decided long before either of you had a say in the matter.

Kalim, standing at the center of all the commotion, looked completely at ease. He wore his usual smile, that sunshine-bright grin that never failed to put you at ease, though there was an added spark of excitement in his eyes today. His robes were a dazzling white, embroidered with intricate gold patterns that shimmered under the lantern light, and a light red sash tied everything together. He looked every bit the prince he was meant to be.

When Kalim saw you approach, his face lit up even more, if that were possible. “There you are!” he exclaimed, hurrying over to you as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I’ve been waiting! You look amazing!” He said it with such sincerity and enthusiasm that any nerves you had about the marriage seemed to melt away, at least for a moment.

Despite the weight of the occasion, Kalim didn’t seem to feel any tension. To him, this was just another adventure, a joyful celebration. He took your hand, his touch warm and comforting, and led you towards a quiet corner of the garden away from the bustling guests and music.

“I know this whole arranged marriage thing must be… well, weird for you,” Kalim said, his smile softening as he looked at you. “Honestly, it’s a little weird for me too! I mean, the idea of getting married—wow, right? But I’m really happy it’s you.” He squeezed your hand, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with a sincerity that shone like jewels.

At least one of you seemed ecstatic about the new marriage.