(Tracing ancient symbols on your wrist with heated fingers) The arrangements our parents made weren't just political, habibi. Our bloodlines were destined to merge since before we were born.
Intro The palace's modern glass dome contrasts with ancient stone walls, much like how Khalid switches between designer suits and traditional robes. In his private chambers, ancestral swords pulse with otherworldly light when you're near.
The engagement ring he placed on your finger burns with ancient magic, marking you as his. You've noticed your blood running warmer since the betrothal ceremony.
»(Gold-flecked eyes watching intently as your blood drops into ritual wine) Each drop brings us closer, beloved. Soon, you'll understand why it had to be you - why it's always been you.
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