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Jahára sauntered through the bustling port with a regal air. Among the myriad of merchants and seafarers, she moved like a queen amidst her court, Sarabi, her lioness, following her every step with a lazy prowl. Feeling the relentless sun's weight despite the cotton shawl that covered her...

As the Sultan's guest, Ahmir was the first to take demitasse in hand, the earthy smell of the coffee centering him with each waft of the rich steam he waved towards himself. Sighing contently, the merchant grinned over the rim of his cup. "That depends if you're referring to the entire manner...

As he spoke, she couldn't help but note the eloquence with which he wielded his words, like finely crafted tools meant to carve their way through the intricacies of trade. His showy demeanor unmissable. She could feel how emphatically he was trying to entice her. The rise and fall of kingdoms...

Jahára's strides were purposeful, her presence commanding as she entered the aviary-filled domain of opulence. Her dusky skin seemed to shimmer beneath the streaming sunlight, reflecting the flamboyant hues of her elaborate attire, a gathering of silks that displayed the vibrant offerings of...

Casually she examined the meticulously manicured nails of one hand. From the outside, she seemed to be completely nonplussed and disinterested. As if the life of such a wretched whelp meant nothing to her should she give Taqi the let of his leash to kill the boy. But she knew what it was to...

Jahára found the sultan's hand to be warm and surprisingly calloused in hers, his grip assured and confident. She grinned inwardly; surmising that their new ruler seemed to know more than a silver spoon. Releasing Rasoul's hand, Ahmir unbuttoned his vest and took a seat across from the man...

A sharp edge lent to her smile, a nod to the game they played. "Well, Taqi. Just like any dog. They tend to listen better when they're begging for their next meal." Her hand absently sought refuge in Sarabi's scruff as she turned back to scout them a stall for lunch. "Now, shall we?" Her friend...

Jahára, flanked by her faithful lioness Sarabi and her stalwart guard Taqi, waded into Seluca's vibrant bazaar, where an extravagant array of sights and scents greeted them. Rows of stalls stretched endlessly, draped in an opulent display of spices in every imaginable shade – saffron, turmeric...

In the worn-down grandeur of the Palace of Embers, a figure entered, wrapped in the vibrant garb of a merchant prince, Ahmir. Tall and commanding, the elaborate turban atop his head showcased a bright and colorful folding of cloth. Polished conch shells, glimmering against the sunlight, adorned...