They stood out on the balcony, overlooking the capital, as a light draft picked up, filling the silence that had extended between them.
Whatever he wanted to talk about, it seemed Arslan hadn't yet prepared the right words, and so Zarqa merely waited for him to speak while silently enjoying the sight before her.
From behind the balcony door, Wael and Ali Baba peeked at the two, trying to stay unnoticed while their ears strained to catch their conversation.
" You're going, aren't you?" Arslan murmured quietly that it was almost inaudible.
" I have to. There is no reason for me to stay here anymore."
She wasn't asking for permission. She was informing him.
Something stood out about Zarqa ever since the day he met her. Although she behaved herself in his presence and knew her manners, she never truly treated him like a prince, as if he were not any different than her or any higher.
Perhaps that was why she grew on him.
