The Invitation
The sun glowed softly over the ancient domes of Zuwaira Palace, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. Inside the courtyard, drums rolled as servants hurried across marble floors. Tomorrow was the King's Silver Jubilee, and every inch of the palace was being polished to perfection.
Amina Musa adjusted her scarf nervously as she stood at the palace gate, clutching a brown envelope the official invitation that had changed her week, maybe her life.
"Ridwan Musa" the guard, asked.
Amina Musa. I'm here for the documentation project from Kaduna University.
The guard scanned the list and waved her in.
Her heart raced. She had read stories about royal life luxury, strict rules, and people who looked untouchable. But now she was walking through those gates, surrounded by gardens that smelled of jasmine and history.
At that moment, Prince Idris was in the palace library, reading quietly by the window. His father had assigned him to oversee the researchers, though he suspected it was just another way to make him seem responsible.
.Your Highness, said Princess Zarah, peeking in. One of the new researchers just arrived. Father wants you to welcome them.
Idris sighed, closing his book. Another scholar who thinks the palace is a museum.
He didn't expect much until he stepped into the courtyard and saw her.
Amina stood there, sunlight brushing her face, eyes wide with curiosity. She bowed slightly, unsure of royal etiquette.
Their eyes met his calm and curious, hers bright and nervous. For a strange moment, time seemed to pause.
Welcome to Zuwaira Palace, Idris said softly. I hope you find more stories here than you came looking for.
Amina smiled shyly. I already have, Your Highness
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