Rejected

The serene silence of the night was only interrupted by the sound of Hamza's heavy breathing. He stood in front of Kelshun, his eyes locked on hers while her purple eyes emanated a mysterious glow under the moonlight, while the rest of her face was hidden by the darkness. Time seemed to have stood still for a moment, as the two of them gazed at each other.

Hamza, the king, was waiting for Kelshun's response with bated breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. He knew Kelshun was a good woman, and he was certain that she was the one for him. "Will you do me the honor of being my queen?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.