A few weeks had passed since Amira’s departure, and the silence of her absence felt like an ever-tightening knot around Saif’s chest. The weight of her absence was not just physical but a heavy, gnawing presence in the air that refused to leave. Every day without her felt like an eternity. But it wasn’t just the longing for her touch, her presence, or her smile—it was the political storm that was growing darker with each passing day.
Saif stood alone in his chamber, the same window that had once offered him a view of the royal cars carrying Amira to her family’s kingdom now opened to a view of the darkening horizon. The once peaceful skies were now full of impending danger, mirroring the tension building within the palace walls.
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