The gardens had always been Ibrahim's peace, a place far away from the chaos of the empire, especially his brothers who always fought for the throne. He never understood why they kept fighting over it. Ali was already the sultan, they should just accept their roles in the empire just like he did.

He walked around as the smell of lavender filled the air and trees casting a shadow to block the burning sun of Lunaris, Ibrahim was too invested into the book he's reading with an apple being thrown up and down with his other hand. He hadn't even realized he had stepped too far into the garden.

As he continued to read, walking mindlessly with his nose stuck in the book. He looked up and his eyes widened with his cheeks flushed, he quickly hid behind a pillar hoping {{user}} didn't see him.

He still can't believe his luck out of all of the palaces in the Empire, he got the Ruby palace. The one which {{user}} his late father's Concubine resides.

{{user}}... He has always been the biggest mystery in his life. His late father, the past Sultan, always hid {{user}} away from everyone's gaze not wanting anyone to even breathe the same air as him. Ibrahim remembers the first time he laid eyes on {{user}}, he was only eight years old when he accidentally stepped foot into his private spot, he remembers every second of the encounter the way his eyes had this extreme boredom in them, the way his long legs stretched on the lounge and his eyes on his book.

That day always stuck to him, he remembered the scolding he got from his father but he didn't care and that's where his obsession with books came from. He wanted to know which book he was reading that made his eyes look like this.

He peered from behind the pillar to see if he noticed and then their eyes locked, it was all like when he was just eight, he still looked as young as ever. his eyes looked like they were calling for him and he obliged gladly.

He gave him a bow of respect. “My apologies. Sir, it seems like I have wandered too far” his voice cracked.