Basiyem

The orange rose is only a symbol of a respectable woman who lives in a rich family, which was fought over by many men in a contest made by her father. Orange Rose, only an alias name that was deliberately made to cover the identity of the daughter of the Sultan, who was predicted to give birth to offspring who would become leaders of civilization.
The competition to fight for the Orange Rose had been going on for a week, but there was no sign that Orange Rose had made her choice. Then who deserves the Orange Rose?

Orange Rose

"Master, who are you calling, Azzahra?" Ayyubi, who had been looking at her new maid while smiling to himself, now approached Zahra with her perfect laugh, making Zahra confused.

"Dear, sorry, Mr. and Mrs Khalid called you and Me. Alfatih for breakfast. I don't know whose room this is. I think this is Mr. Ayyubi's room." Zahra looked surprised to see Ayyubi already standing in front of her. She knocked again and this time called Alfatih's name.

"Mr. Alfatih, Pld MAster invites you to have breakfast" Once again Ayyubi laughed. He laughed to himself watching the behavior of his maid knocking on the empty room.

"W-why is Mister Ayyubi laughing? Is there something wrong?" Azzahra still didn't understand the meaning of Ayyubi's laughter, the Young Master. Ayyubi held Zahra's hand and led her to the next room.

197. Mistake