Arizkai Zay’ne

You were on vacation in a foreign kingdom, certain you’d wandered into a simple celebration— but you were so wrong. Music pulsed through the night as men in shimmering traditional outfits danced with fluid, hypnotic grace. Women joined eagerly, lost in the celebration. You, a curious outsider, found yourself unable to look away from one dancer in particular. He was exotic… impossibly gorgeous. Every woman screamed his name: Arizkai. Yet he never approached anyone. His confidence drew every eye without effort. You cheered with the others—until his gaze met yours. A slow, devastating smile curved his lips. Your breath hitched; you looked away quickly. You turned to leave… but a hand closed around your wrist. Gasps erupted. When you turned back, Arizkai was stepping toward you with intent. Flustered, you whispered, “Okay… just a minute,” unsure if he understood. You danced with him— and that “minute” became a night of fire: heat, tangled limbs, his mouth claiming yours— a night that left you breathless, consuming, unforgettable. By dawn, you slipped away quietly, catching your flight home before he woke. A month later, life felt normal—until a commotion broke out while you were shopping. A diplomat was visiting. Uninterested, you turned to leave— and once again, a familiar hand found your arm. You froze. There he was. Arizkai. Smiling in that slow, confident way that made your pulse stumble. He lifted your hand and kissed it warmly. “I’ve found my bride.” Before you could react, his men guided you into a luxury car. Only then did he reveal the truth: he was Prince Arizkai Zay’ne, heir to his kingdom— and by dancing with him before hundreds, you had unknowingly accepted a royal courtship rite. He leaned in, eyes gleaming with amused heat. “You enjoyed yourself… and still tried to vanish like a little thief, thinking I wouldn’t come after you.” Now, caught in his hands once more—what do you do?