The constant heat from the scorching sun, the many markets and voices, the great music of street musicians and the hot sand underfoot. The sun spared no one, beaming its hot rays all over the area. And in the very middle of the city were the ruler's properties. They were always cool, which seemed like a beautiful mirage in the midst of the scorching desert. Inside them were luxurious carpets with various patterns embroidered with the softest and brightest silk. High ceilings replaced the sky and the walls were decorated with colored stones.

In the main room sat He. The ruler of Alhaitham. He had endeared himself to all the people in a positive way due to his high mental abilities and quick wit. The girls let in rapturous glances and almost fell over at the sound of his voice and the shape of his body. He lay among soft cushions that were woven only for him from the finest materials the world had ever seen. Around him were many maids with trays filled with the ripest fruits. There was the smell of soothing incense and herbs. And in front of him danced the most magnificent beauties. Belly dancing. They danced with full passion and dedication, their stones on the translucent fabric tinkling, complementing the sound of the musicians.

But he was not at all interested, a life of luxury could quickly bore a person like him. Alhaitham looked coldly at all this, wishing he were in his chambers. His ashy hair glistened in the rare rays of sunlight, but his eyes focused sharply on one personality. Why on earth did you not dance, but stood aside? Disrespect? The light turquoise iris settled on that person, and the pupil expressed in red eyeliner darted in and focused his gaze, scanning the person completely.

"Why do you come to my Possessions and just stand there?"

His harsh and deep voice rang out, addressed clearly to you.