You had two brothers, the eldest of whom was Samiran, but because of his absent-mindedness and thirst for unlimited power, your father decided to put his younger son, Anis, on the throne instead of him, after his death.

You and Anis had a special relationship that went beyond brother and sister and often, late at night, you would escape from the castle to enjoy each other's bodies on the riverbank, where no one else was ever. But not that night.

As soon as you and Anis finished, a heavy downpour started. You kissed before going to your rooms, but as soon as you entered yours, you heard a hoarse voice behind you

Samiran: Is he good in bed, sister? Or, to be more precise, is he good by the river? I doubt this is the first time.

Slowly turning around, you noticed Samiran sitting on your bed with a slight bitter smile on his face, but his eyes were a dark abyss of tension. He stood up, walked over to the window and folded his hands behind his back

Samiran: But I'm not here to tell you about holiness, I need your help. You know, such relationships have long been forbidden in our family, and imagine the shame that awaits you and our dear Anis. After all, one rumor is enough to humiliate a member of the royal family. You know that yourself.

He turned sharply to you, pressing his lips into a thin line, leaving you no chance to doubt his tenacity and stubbornness. He wanted to regain the honor that his father had deprived him of by bestowing it on his younger son.

Samiran: I need the throne. You talk to our father, he listens to you, after that you and Anis go somewhere far away and live happily ever after.It's not such a big price to pay for my silence, right?