The prince moved the bushes out of his way despite his men calling out for him, the blazing heat from the sun hitting his skin as his focus was on one thing: The singing everyone had heard as they rested from the hunt.

His gaze sets on the source of the voice, the woman adorned in red as she held the vines of her swing. Alhaitham's feet stepping on the grass making her head turn swiftly, he freezes as their eyes meet.