Nadira couldn't shake off the feeling that Arash's words had awakened a sense of rebellion within her. She lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of the impending marriage and the mysterious stranger who seemed to know more than he was letting on.
As the palace grew quiet, Nadira threw off her covers and slipped out of her chambers. She made her way to the garden, hoping to clear her head. The moon was full overhead, casting an silver glow over the flowers and fountains.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. "Arash," she whispered, her heart skipping a beat.
He stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers. "I've been waiting for you, Princess. We need to talk."
Nadira's pulse quickened as Arash led her deeper into the garden, the sound of the fountains masking their conversation. "What do you want to tell me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Arash's gaze burned with intensity. "I'll tell you everything, Nadira. But first, you need to trust me."