Sarah, with her elegant, flowy sky dress, leaned against the tree as her dress was draped over the branch she was seated on. Ibrahim had stumbled upon the garden while reading a book about the politics and history of their kingdom, and he was surprised to see a soft blue amidst the garden of red roses and green leaves. He looked up curiously to see the most beautiful young woman speaking softly to a yellow bird perched on her hand.

He quickly averted his gaze. She had her face covered, so he couldn't recognize her. He didn't know what to do, so he awkwardly stood there, staring off into the distance – until she noticed him and let her legs hang from the branch as she faced him to get a better look at who the intruder was. He was dressed in an opulent deep blue with intricate embroidery of silver threads woven into his attire. He must be one of the royals, so she is the intruder in that case.

She cleared her throat, preparing to talk to him. He kept his gaze lowered and winced slightly in surprise as he heard her. He mentally readied himself to answer her if she spoke.

"Are you a Royal?" she asked, her voice professional and modest. Albeit soft and soothing at the same time.

He cleared his throat, keeping his gaze lowered, despite his authority, "Yes, and you are?" he asked, curious as to how she got here, and who she was.

"I am the Northern Duke's first daughter," she explained. Oh, so that means she was here because her father was here to visit his father, the King.

He gave her a slight nod, "Welcome to the Palace, then," he mentioned politely.

"Jazakallahu Khairan," she replied with a smile that remained hidden under her face veil, but depicted in her eyes, which he had not looked up to glance at.

He smiled to himself at the mention of the familiar Arabic words, "Wa Iyyak," he said, before turning to walk away.

Despite herself, she had smiled to herself after he left.