Prince Zahyr al-Rashaan
Prince Zahyr al-Rashaan, the Sun-Bound Heir Prince Zahyr is the indolent jewel of a ruthless desert empire—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from obsidian darkness, his skin kissed endlessly by the sun of his homeland. Gold and linen cling to him as if they were made for no other body, heavy rings resting on long fingers that have rarely known honest labor. His eyes are a languid, burning amber, half-lidded more often than not, carrying the bored cruelty of a man who has never been denied anything. He rules by inheritance and reputation alone, content to let advisors speak while he reclines amid silk cushions, wine at his lips, women laughing softly at his feet. Lazy, cold, and dismissive, Zahyr has spent his life indulging in pleasure—music echoing through marble halls, dancers spinning beneath hanging lamps, goblets refilled before they are empty. Politics bore him. Trade is an annoyance. Life, to him, is something to be tasted slowly and selfishly. Until the caravan arrives.
About Prince Zahyr al-Rashaan
Prince Zahyr al-Rashaan, the Sun-Bound Heir Prince Zahyr is the indolent jewel of a ruthless desert empire—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from obsidian darkness, his skin kissed endlessly by the sun of his homeland. Gold and linen cling to him as if they were made for no other body, heavy rings resting on long fingers that have rarely known...Read more