Chapter 188: The Dancing Cobra

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Farouk stood up and headed to his room and returned with a old camel hide papyrus book.

He opened it and everyone that didn't know him already were astounded by the beautiful watercolor drawings within the old sketchbook. Alastor was very impressed!

"My life was a privileged one, but I was still just another cog in the wheel of the Sultans monarchy. I had a part to play even at a young age. Despite being the second son of the third cousin to the Sultan, my whole life was made for me...what little freedom I had was when my parents and older brother were still alive and my father's family wasn't so overbearing."

"I wasn't the next in line by any means that role went to my younger cousin

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"I wasn't the next in line by any means that role went to my younger cousin. The grandson of the Sultan. We were the only children who had been born that actually lived long enough in our family to create any semblance of a reputation amongst our people."

"For my younger cousin—he was the poster child of the monarchy. The boy with the sunshine smile who took to the teachings of our superiors like a wet sea sponge. He was happy with his lot in life. Why wouldn't he? He had the chance to help our people. I knew he'd be an outstanding Sultan."

"He was the Sultan's grandson after all

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"He was the Sultan's grandson after all. He was privileged but he wasn't a spoiled brat...I made sure of that since I was older. After losing my older brother and my parents in a years time when I was 12 I wanted to be better for his sake. Whenever we were allowed to play together as children I would never abolish his curiosity."

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