A boat was drifting peacefully on the shimmering sheet of water, barely disturbing it. It had a large parasol to shield its occupants from the bright sun rays.
Those occupants consisted of a large, burly man with an eyepatch, a young man with long, platinum hair, a man with golden eyes that seemed to belong to a lion on a hunt, and a youth who smiled in the face of that lion.
" It's an honor to meet you again, Prince Harun," the youth said. " I hope everything is well in Baghdad. I heard it had been quite tough the last few months."
Harun returned the smile as he leaned back in his seat, his hands clasped over his knee. " It was. Someone has been stirring up trouble at the borders. But thankfully, we have a competent strategist and capable knights. Dealing with a bunch of rebels was no big deal for them."
