Murad woke up to the soft warmth of sunlight slipping through the curtains, filling the room with a gentle glow that caressed his face. The golden light danced across the walls, highlighting the delicate patterns of the royal room.
It was the end of the week—the day of their first official date had finally arrived. Murad felt detached from the noise of the outside world; all his attention was focused on what he would wear for his day with John. A quiet excitement stirred in his chest, mingled with a flutter of nervous anticipation.
He took a deep breath, savoring the calm morning before it was swept away by the thrill of the day ahead.
On that weekend morning, John's car stood waiting in front of the royal palace, polished to a shine and ready to depart. Murad's own vehicle had been prepared to take them both to the airport.
There was no extravagance in the car—everything felt simple, ordinary… and that simplicity made the ride more intimate.
They sat side by side, laughing at small comments and teasing each other over playful remarks, like two completely ordinary people enjoying a day far from lights and royal responsibilities. Occasionally, Murad caught John glancing at him, eyes shining with curiosity and a quiet affection that made Murad's heart skip a beat.
Soon, they arrived at the airport, where Murad's private jet awaited—gleaming and majestic, ready to take them far from the noise of Florida Kingdom.
Inside the cabin, the dark leather seats, soft lighting, and calming music—carefully chosen by Murad—created an atmosphere of subtle luxury and comfort, elegant yet unpretentious. Every detail felt deliberate, but effortless.
They ascended into the sky, clouds drifting past as the city shrank beneath them. Murad felt a lightness in his chest, the kind that comes from leaving responsibilities behind, if only for a day.
John gazed out the window, awe shining in his wide eyes, fingers intertwined with Murad's. Murad smiled softly, leaning close to whisper,
"Get ready… today will be completely different."
John turned toward him, smiling, his heartbeat quickening at the intimacy of the words.
Hours later, the jet landed in Dawn Kingdom, at a small airport surrounded by orchards and rivers, far from the capital's bustle.
They took a small private car to the royal palace in the city, where Murad's family was absent, granting them full privacy.
The palace rose before them amidst lush gardens and cascading fountains, breathtaking in its serene beauty. Murad felt a thrill of delight at seeing John's expression—the mixture of surprise, admiration, and curiosity painting his face perfectly.
The grand, carved doors opened, welcoming them into a warm royal atmosphere, carefully designed to be a haven for a romantic escape.
Murad turned to John, his eyes sparkling:
"Welcome to a small world… royal, yes… but today, it's yours."
John smiled, excitement and wonder shining in his eyes. This moment—away from protocols and boundaries—was already becoming unforgettable.
Inside the palace, the massive doors closed gently behind them, sealing off a private world.
The palace staff greeted them warmly, but Murad raised his hand politely:
"Thank you, but today we won't need anything. We would like to be alone."
The staff bowed in understanding and stepped aside.
Murad exhaled, shedding the weight of responsibility, then whispered to John:
"Today, it's just you and me. No messages, no duties… nothing to interrupt us."
John's smile softened, liberated. For the first time in a long while, he felt completely free.
They walked through marble corridors, sunlight streaming through tall stained-glass windows.
Every room revealed a different shade of elegance—artwork, velvet couches, flickering candles—all blending to create a private royal dream just for them. Murad's eyes lingered on John, noticing the way he took in every detail with a childlike fascination that made him even more endearing.
In the royal wing, instead of settling into one room, they explored every corner, balcony, and hidden detail, laughing and admiring the palace like two adventurers discovering a secret castle.
Murad opened a window overlooking the gardens, letting fresh air brush their faces.
"Today," he said, "everything is yours. Choose any room, any corner… we'll live the day exactly as we want."
John's heart fluttered.
"With you… I feel free in a way I've never known."
Their hands intertwined tightly, a quiet promise passing between them with that simple touch.
Later, in the palace kitchen bathed in golden sunlight, John smiled with playful determination:
"Today, I'm cooking for you. And I want you to help."
Murad laughed softly, wrapping his arms around him from behind, whispering against his ear:
"All right… but don't think you'll succeed without me."
They cooked together—laughing, touching, exchanging small kisses and whispered confessions between chopping vegetables and stirring pots.
Every touch was gentle, intimate, electric. The playful competition turned into shared glances and secret smiles, each moment making the connection between them stronger.
Hours later, they sat at an ornate royal table, savoring the meal they made with their own hands.
They talked about dreams, childhood memories, early fears, and tiny details that made each of them unique.
Laughter filled the air as naturally as sunlight. Murad noticed the way John's eyes lit up when he spoke of something he loved, and he felt an irresistible warmth in his chest.
Afterward, Murad moved to the grand piano. His fingers danced across the keys, creating melodies that wrapped the room in magic.
John watched him, mesmerized, then sat beside him—resting his head on Murad's shoulder, inhaling the gentle scent of his cologne.
Murad whispered,
"The day isn't over yet… let's go to the garden."
Outside, the garden glistened after a recent rain.
At a small prepared spot, Murad set down a little sapling in a pot.
"This," he said, "will be the beginning of something special… a symbol of us."
They planted it together, sealing it with a tender kiss, their fingers brushing over the soil as if sharing a secret.
Later, they shared a warm bath, laughter echoing against marble walls. Steam wrapped around them, softening every moment and blending their reflections into one.
Afterward, clean and relaxed, they lay together on the royal bed—John's head on Murad's shoulder, fingers intertwined.
Murad whispered,
"Tonight was ours… and it won't be the last."
They fell asleep, wrapped in warmth and silence, hearts beating in sync.
At dawn, sunlight woke them gently. Murad opened his eyes to find John asleep beside him, peaceful and breathing softly.
He couldn't resist brushing his hair lightly, and John stirred awake.
"Good morning…" John whispered.
Murad smiled:
"Good morning. Seems a new week is here."
John sighed:
"University… small exams… projects…"
Murad nodded confidently:
"We have a lot ahead this semester. I think the coming days won't be easy."
John sat up, determination in his eyes:
"But we'll face them together… right?"
Murad kissed his forehead:
"Together. Always."
The sun rose higher, revealing the beginning of a new chapter—one filled with study, pressure, moments of doubt, but also strength, laughter, and a love growing deeper every passing day.
Their enchanting weekend came to an end…
And the university days began again—days that would test them, shape them, and bring them even closer.