" I can't," she whispered.
Ali Baba blinked in surprise at her reaction. " You don't worry… I will think up an escape plan."
The girl shook her head and stepped back, but he pressed on, unrelenting. " Are you perhaps afraid they'll come after you? That's fine, you can borrow this." He pointed enthusiastically at his turban. " Shula enchanted it to make the wearer look different in the eyes of others. I bet it would still work if you put the cloth on and-"
" You don't get it, Ali Baba…" She took another step back from him and looked into his eyes, almost hurt. " I can't leave the palace… Not now…"
Ali Baba frowned. " What do you mean? Why can't you leave?"
Zarqa bit her lip and glanced around, as if trying to find a way out of that situation. But she couldn't. " Prince Arslan… Will die…"
Ali Baba froze, but his mind was already racing at full speed after hearing that.
Prince Arslan will die…
It was not a possibility.
It was a certainty.
