Inheritance of fires and dreams

Chapter Two

King Jalil sighed softly, torn between his daughters' wishes and his duties as a father and ruler. "I understand your desire for companionship, Soraya, but Khalida's studies are of utmost importance," he stated, his tone gentle yet resolute.

Soraya's disappointment was palpable as she nodded reluctantly, accepting her father's decision while silently wishing for a different outcome. Khalida, too, masked her disappointment with a forced smile, silently vowing to support Soraya in whatever way she could despite the obstacles in their path.

As if Soraya's disappointment wasn't heavy enough, she heard the king say "you must leave for the Crown of Destiny Tournament tomorrow," King Jalil declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Your Highness, please, I need more time to prepare," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation."The tournament is of utmost importance, Soraya. It is a test of your strength, courage, and readiness to face the challenges that await you," he explained, his words carrying the weight of authority.

"But Father, I need time to train, to gather my thoughts," she implored, her voice trembling with emotion.King Jalil's resolve did not falter as he reiterated his decision. "You are ready, Soraya. You have been preparing for this moment your entire life," he stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for further discussion.

Soraya's heart sank as she realized the gravity of her father's words. With a nod of resignation, she accepted his command, her mind racing with thoughts of the challenges that awaited her and the limited time she had to prepare.

As Soraya left the chambers, her steps heavy with uncertainty, she couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration at her father's unwavering decree. Yet, deep down, she knew that this was a test of her strength and resilience, a journey she had to undertake with determination and courage, no matter the obstacles in her path.

All the time, Queen Amirah saw her daughter's worry and uncertainty. There was no complain that now she also have to leave her daughter to face the world, the world she warned how tremendously perilous it is.

The Queen harbored a prescient awareness that Soraya's journey beyond the confines of Qasr kingdom, her cherished home, would unveil a plethora of harsh realities. She foresaw a path fraught with challenges and revelations, a road where wounds of the heart and soul would be inflicted, yet without her mother's comforting presence to soothe these afflictions...

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the royal courtyard as Soraya stood before the towering gates of the palace, her heart heavy with a mix of apprehension and determination. Beside her, Princess Khalida and Queen Amirah offered silent words of encouragement and support, their eyes reflecting a shared sense of pride and concern.

"My dear Soraya, the time has come for you to embark on this journey," The Queen said, her voice gentle yet tinged with sadness.

"Mother," Soraya exclaimed in frustration, "I observe the guards and maids gathering, but why Tassia among them? Surely, another maid could suffice." Her gaze flickered with a hint of annoyance, yet upon glimpsing Tassia's familiar figure, a realization dawned upon her. "Father seeks to scrutinize my every move through her eyes," she muttered, acknowledging the meticulous nature of her father's intentions.

Turning to her mother, Soraya's tone softened as she spoke, "Please extend kindness and cooperation to Tassia. Despite her age, she is defined by her impeccable work and ladylike demeanor. Ensure she faces no cause for complaint, as her presence signifies a watchful gaze over my every step."

As Soraya climbed into the carriage, she looked back one last time at the familiar sight of her mother standing in the doorway, her figure bathed in the soft light of dawn. With a wave and a heartfelt smile, Soraya bid farewell to her mother and her sister, her heart filled with gratitude for the love and support that would guide her on her journey to Al Qadira and beyond.

"My dear sister," Khalida spoke with a tinge of disappointment, "I regret that circumstances prevent me from accompanying you as we had planned so many adventures together. Nonetheless, take heed and care for yourself. The academy will soon extend its reach to Al Qadira, and then we shall reunite before long." Khalida's words carried a gentle encouragement, reassuring Soraya of their future reunion despite the temporary parting.

"Sure," Soraya replied with a nod, her heart filled with a mixture of determination as she prepared to depart.

Soraya's journey to the kingdom of Al Qadira was an adventure filled with awe-inspiring landscapes, encounters with diverse cultures, and moments of self-discovery. The carriage rolled along winding roads, passing through lush forests, rolling hills, and bustling towns teeming with life.

As Soraya's carriage approached the gates of Al Qadira, she was accompanied by a small retinue of maids and guards, each serving a specific role in ensuring her safety and comfort during the journey.

Tassia, ever vigilant and meticulous in her duties, ensured that Soraya's chambers were prepared to her liking, overseeing every detail with precision. She organized the unpacking of Soraya's belongings, arranging her gowns, jewels, and personal effects with care.

Despite the strictness of Tassia's demeanor, Soraya appreciated her presence and the sense of familiarity and security she brought. Tassia's experience and knowledge of palace protocols proved invaluable as Soraya navigated the intricacies of Al Qadira's royal court.

As night descended upon Al Qadira, Soraya found herself captivated by the mesmerizing glow of the streetlights visible from her chambers. The allure of the kingdom's beauty tugged at her heartstrings, beckoning her to explore its hidden corners and experience life beyond the palace walls.

Driven by an insatiable curiosity, Soraya made a bold decision to disguise herself as a commoner and venture out into the city. With practiced stealth, she evaded the vigilant gaze of the palace guards, slipping past their watchful eyes unnoticed.

As she traversed the moonlit streets, Soraya couldn't help but notice the absence of the usual guard patrols. Was it a mere coincidence, or had this opportune moment been deliberately orchestrated? The thought lingered in her mind as she ventured deeper into the heart of Al Qadira, each step a testament to her courage and determination to embrace the unknown.

In the midst of her revelry, Soraya couldn't shake off the lingering question: had the absence of guards been intentional, a subtle invitation from fate to explore the secrets of Al Qadira under the cover of night? The answer remained elusive, adding an extra layer of intrigue to her nocturnal escapade.

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Now what gonna happen, any thoughts?