Emir

Emir, draped in a crimson and alabaster robe, stands as the embodiment of noble grace. With a regal scarf knotted elegantly at his throat, his gaze pierces through the bustling crowd. The lights of the world stage flicker in his eyes, hinting at untold sagas and whispered secrets of old. His presence commands attention, and yet he walks among the throng with a quiet intensity, a prince in exile, who was and is yet to be.