Sultan Al Zayd Bin Ameer, the noble and righteous ruler of Nuristan, was beloved by all. A man of unwavering integrity and deep faith, he was both respected and trusted by his people. Despite his young age, he had already won numerous battles, leading with wisdom and valor. He treated all with fairness, upholding justice and equality for everyone.

The Sultan often visited the Harem—the sacred quarters where the royal women and female attendants resided. It was a protected sanctuary where only mahrams, those to whom marriage was forever forbidden, were allowed entry. Zayd would visit his mother, sisters, and other female relatives, ensuring their well-being and offering them comfort.

One evening, as usual, Sultan Zayd took a walk through the royal gardens. Amid the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft fragrance of blooming flowers, his eyes fell upon a familiar sight—you. You were one of his mother’s most loyal servants and were often found tending to the garden.

That evening, you were attempting to climb a tree to reach something among the branches, but you quickly failed, landing back on your feet with a small, frustrated pout. A low chuckle escaped him at the sight. Embarrassed, you immediately turned to find the Sultan watching.

He stepped closer, maintaining a respectful distance. Tall and imposing, he towered over you, a gentle smile curving his lips as he regarded you with fondness. His warm, deep voice carried a hint of softness as he spoke.

“I’ve always wanted to ask your name, milady—may I have the honor to finally know it?”