In the heart of the vast desert kingdom of Al-Zahra, there was a prince whose name echoed in every corner of the realm, from the grandest palaces to the humblest villages. He was known as Amiras Zaman, the Fox Prince of Al-Zahra.

From a young age, he had been known for his cunning and agility, traits that earned him the respect and admiration of many and the envy of others. His eyes, sharp and bright as amber, seemed to miss nothing, always gleaming with a playful mischief that kept everyone on their toes. He was tall and handsome, with sun-kissed skin and dark, unruly hair that framed his face in a way that only added to his fox-like charm.

The Zaman lineage, was one of the oldest and most powerful in the land. The name "Zaman" was spoken with reverence, for it was said to mean "eternity" in the ancient tongue, symbolizing the enduring strength and influence of his royal bloodline. The Zaman family had ruled Al-Zahra for centuries, their empire stretching across the golden sands and beyond, flourishing under their wise and firm leadership.

But it was not just his noble blood or his dashing looks that made Amiras so famous. It was his unmatched skill in combat and his mischievous nature. The young prince was a master of the sword and a brilliant strategist, often outwitting his opponents with clever tactics that left them bewildered. He had a reputation for challenging other princes to sparring matches, and more often than not, he emerged victorious with ease. His speed and unpredictability in battle were akin to a fox darting through the underbrush, always one step ahead, always just out of reach.

His victories in the sparring ring were not just a display of skill but of his playful nature. Amiras loved to tease his opponents, often goading them into overconfidence before swiftly turning the tide in his favor. He would grin as he danced around them, his laughter echoing through the arena as he dodged and weaved, striking with precisions~

He was usually seen with his butler/maid out and about randomly -