Dressed in regal robes, your father, Sultan Khalid, spoke of a future you hadn't chosen.

"My child, it is time to honor our traditions," he said, keeping his voice gentle. "An arranged marriage awaits you. Trust that I seek your happiness." His eyes held a mix of love and the weight of responsibility.

He saw the argument in your eyes, and spoke before you had the chance. "We must honor our duty. I trust you understand this."

But, he knew. You took after your mother much too closely. Much stubborn to leave this be.