Inheritance of fires and dreams

Chapter One

As the guards' voices echoed through the crowded streets, Soraya leaned in closer to her sister, her voice barely above a whisper. "The Crown of Destiny Tournament," she murmured, her eyes shining with determination. "This may be the opportunity we've been waiting for."

As the guards concluded their announcement and the crowd began to disperse, Soraya and Khalida exchanged a knowing glance. Beneath their humble disguises, the sisters shared a silent vow-to navigate the intricacies of the tournament, unveil hidden truths, and honor their father's legacy, all while keeping their royal identities shrouded in secrecy amidst the bustling streets of the ancient city.

After the passage of time, both sisters swiftly made their way back to the palace.The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the ancient city, illuminating their path.

As they approached the palace gates, the guards stationed there straightened at the sight of the two cloaked figures. Soraya and Khalida had seamlessly transitioned from commoners back into their roles as royal daughters.

Their footsteps echoed softly in the quiet corridors of the palace, a stark contrast to the lively hustle of the bazaar they had just left behind. Soraya carried a small bundle of treasures she had acquired during their outing, her eyes sparkling with the excitement of discovery and exploration.

Khalida walked beside her,a mix of amusement and fondness at Soraya's enthusiasm. "You always manage to find the most intriguing things," Khalida remarked with a smile, her voice filled with sisterly affection.Soraya grinned in response.

"The bazaar is a treasure trove of wonders," she replied.As they reached the door to their chambers, Soraya turned to Khalida, her expression softening with gratitude.

"Thank you for accompanying me today," she said sincerely, recognizing the bond they shared as sisters despite the complexities of their royal roles.Khalida returned the smile, her eyes reflecting a deep connection. "Anytime, dear sister," she replied warmly, placing a reassuring hand on Soraya's shoulder.

Soraya howlted her steps towards her chambers, witnesses the masterpiece of architecture splendor of the Qasr palace. Her assigned maids following her steps around her appearing as shadows.

Soraya stepped into her chambers, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambiance over the room.the air was scented with hints of jasmine and sandalwood.Soraya's gaze swept across the familiar surroundings.

"Ameera (Princess), let's prepare you for the dinner as caliph(king) has ordered a family meal long with discussion" Tassia, maiden assigned to soraya long time ago when the she first came in Qasr place with her eyes of curiosity and enchantment. Tassia was late Queen's servant before she was appointed by the king himself. He provided all worldly luxurious and comfort to her as in to set a father's splendid personality.

Jalil al Hakim, Soraya's stepfather and the king of their ancient kingdom, possessed a complex and multifaceted personality, shaped by his experiences and responsibilities as a ruler.

At first glance, Jalil exuded an aura of regal authority and stoicism, his posture upright and his gaze commanding respect. He was a man of imposing stature, with a strong presence that left an indelible mark on those around him.

In matters of state and governance, Jalil displayed a shrewd and cunning intellect, navigating the intricate web of politics with strategic precision. He was known for his astute judgment and keen understanding of the kingdom's affairs, often making decisions that were calculated and pragmatic.

Despite his outward demeanor of strength and authority, Jalil harbored a deep sense of responsibility and duty towards his kingdom and family. He carried the weight of his crown with solemnity, always prioritizing the well-being and security of his people above all else.