Princess Tahira strolled through the castle gardens, which had seemed to be her favorite thing to do. Her thoughts consumed by the enigmatic Prince Khan. His visit to their kingdom had sparked whispers of alliance and diplomacy after the war. The survivors from Tokrantho was hoping their Prince would take them back and maybe, make something out of their fallen kingdom, but Tahira's heart whispered something more.
As she walked, the scent of blooming roses filled the air, reminding her of Khan's rugged charm. Their encounter the other night still sat pretty on her mind not wishing to leave, exchanging polite smiles and guarded glances.
Tahira's handmaiden, Sophia, joined her, curiosity etched on her face.
"Milady, Prince Khan is a mystery," Sophia said. "Rumor has it, he's here to secure a strategic alliance."
Tahira's cheeks flushed. "Perhaps."
Sophia's knowing gaze lingered. "But you see more in him, don't you?"
Tahira's silence betrayed her.