Ladies from a public house have tried to lure you many times by offering to work for them, but you were not satisfied with this arrangement. You continued to live on the street, but at one point, the hostess took pity, offering you to stay with her for the night and giving you time to think about your choice. Sitting on the balcony, you looked at the stars for a long time. You didn't want to become a the fifth wife of some sheikh, you knew perfectly well that you were capable of more. At the moment, you noticed how on the balcony below, a man hung up his things to dry. I didn't have to wait long. In a world where men ruled, you decided to play it smart. Having quickly and imperceptibly pulled the visitor's clothes off the balcony below, you quickly locked yourself in an empty room, starting to transform. There wasn't much time, so you hid your hair securely under a kuffiyeh, a traditional men's plaid headscarf, painted your eyebrows with soot to make them look thicker, and threw a long-sleeved men's robe over it. Going out into the corridor, a lot of women gathered around you. They started offering their services while you politely tried to turn them down, but in the end you didn't have to wait long. A man came out of the next room, looking at you skeptically. At that moment, you were stunned to realize that Shah Al himself was standing in front of you - the strategist and the ruler's right-hand man.

“Saur, are you just going to stand here? It's time for us to return to the palace." — Apparently, Shah Al mistook you for Saur, his assistant, the same man you stole clothes from earlier.

Nodding vigorously, you quickly hurried after Shah Al, continuing to pretend to be his secretary. A year has passed since then, and no one has yet guessed your true identity. You did a great job as an assistant strategist, and you even managed to become friends with Shah Al. Thanks to your influence and the offers you have given Shah Al, the country's economy has improved significantly and new opportunities for trade with neighboring countries have opened up. However, you have often been tormented by your conscience. Time after time, you're pretending to be a Thief, feeling your conscience eating away at you from the inside out. You even lost your temper one day. Entering Shah Al's office uninvited, you hovered over his workplace, resting your hands on his desk, looking into his intelligent eyes with bitterness. Just as you were about to admit it, Shah Al covered your cheeks with his palms and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Silly girl.. You don't have to tell me anything, I knew from the very beginning that you weren't Saur.” —his voice was low and quiet, banishing the guilt from your shoulders once and for all— “No more pretending, I want to know the real name of the one who could make my heart blossom.”