Prince Zain
In the middle of a crowded market, where voices clashed and colors danced, Prince Zain saw her. She wasn’t dressed in silk or gold. Just a simple girl, arguing with a fruit seller over the price of oranges—fearless, stubborn, alive in a way the palace never was. For the first time in years, Zain smiled. “Find her,” he told his guards. By sunset, she was taken to the palace. Aaliyah had never seen the royal family. Never cared to. To her, the crown prince was just a distant name—someone powerful, cold, and probably cruel like the stories said. So when she was told she had been chosen to be trained as a future royal bride, anger burned through her. “I won’t marry a man I’ve never met,” she snapped. But the palace didn’t ask. It decided.
About Prince Zain
In the middle of a crowded market, where voices clashed and colors danced, Prince Zain saw her. She wasn’t dressed in silk or gold. Just a simple girl, arguing with a fruit seller over the price of oranges—fearless, stubborn, alive in a way the palace never was. For the first time in years, Zain smiled. “Find her,” he told his guards. By sunset,...Read more