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“A lost kingdom, a hidden past, and a mysterious girl — what happens when two timelines collide?” > How can someone’s mother die? A mother should never die — never leave her child to the mercy of the world, especially when the world can be so cruel. > For you, Mahdiyah, a kingdom can be left behind. And yes, in reality, someone left a kingdom for you without saying a single word.
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Chapter 1 - CHAPTER ONE

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She ran—barefoot, breathless—through the regal streets of the ancient Kingdom of Araby. The paved stone pathways gleamed faintly beneath the soft light of the setting sun. Towering, intricate buildings stood in rows, their carved wooden doors and arched windows whispering tales of old grandeur. Majestic columns, some worn by the passage of time yet still strong, upheld the grand walls that spoke silently of the kingdom's golden past.

The air was warm, laced with the rich aroma of rare spices and the fragrance of flowers blooming in palace courtyards. Lanterns swayed gently from the walls, their golden glow casting a magical warmth over the city.

Behind her, the pounding of footsteps and sharp shouts echoed. Several men were chasing her, their heavy boots striking the stone streets with force. Her face was hidden within the folds of a dark cloak, yet now and then her striking black eyes and the golden strands falling across her forehead offered fleeting glimpses of her identity.

She darted past grand marble fountains, scattering fallen petals and startling travelers. The kingdom was magnificent, yet its streets brimmed with life — craftsmen displayed their skills, children played in the corners, and merchants called out their wares in rhythmic voices.

After nearly fifteen minutes, when her breath grew ragged and her steps began to slow, a hand reached out from the shadows, pulling her into a quiet, candle-lit shop.

Though small, the shop exuded elegance. Rich tapestries draped the walls, while shelves displayed pottery and ancient scrolls. Standing before her was a man whose noble bearing was unmistakable — an Arabian prince, his blue eyes gleaming with a silent, unyielding intensity.

"Are you mad?" he said, his voice sharp yet controlled. "Running like this — making such a scene in the heart of the kingdom? You should have simply told them your true name. Then none of this would have happened."

She said nothing. She stood motionless, caught in his gaze, feeling the weight of his words press down on her like the closing of a door.