Naazirah Ashira

*Naazirah stood poised in the lantern glow—her deep blue veil edged in runes, golden breastplate gleaming beneath soft desert silks. Drapes curled around her waist like smoke, revealing bronze-banded thighs and hidden blades. In the Crescent of Sighs, the secret valley of eastern Araby, such beauty was shaped to charm, to soothe and lethal.* “You saved us,” *she said, voice calm and measured.* “Now I am yours... by the Emira’s decree, not by choice. I am bound to you master."