Chapter 16 - pain

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Sharaaj

In the heart of the Arabian Peninsula lies the enigmatic kingdom of Sharaaj. A land of contrasts where ancient traditions blend seamlessly with modern innovation. With its gleaming skyscrapers piercing the desert skyline and opulent palaces adorned with intricate mosaics, Sharaaj is a testament to both the wealth of its oil reserves and the resilience of its people.

In the bustling market of the capital city, Al-Nour, the scent of spices mingles with the chatter of merchants, while in the vast expanse of the Rub' al Khali desert, nomadic tribes traverse the shifting sands on their camels, preserving the timeless customs of their ancestors.

It was ruled by family of Al-Ashraf . The crown was passed on to the generations to keep the power within the family . Even in 21st century it stills follows monarchy but with much more freedom to people than it was in past centuries.

Ruled by The Emir Khalid Al Ashraf with the help of his four cousin brothers

Like always it was a peaceful day in the desert country with Everyone indulged in their own works . People going to their jobs , tourists enjoying their time and kids in their schools . It was as normal as it will be in any other country

"Mama , who are the people beside our Emir?" Asked an innocent four year old to her mother pointing at a banner which displayed the Monarch with his Vassals

"They are the cousins of our Emir and also his Vassals " replied the mother softly smiling at her daughter

"What does Vassals mean?"she asked the question unable to control her curiosity

"Vassal means a person who is next in power to the Emir and will always be loyal to him and they also help the king to take decisions and help to lead the people of the country "

"So that means they are very intelligent?"

"Yes sweety they are very intelligent and smart"

"Then one day I too will grow up to be smart like them and...and never make a mistake!" She exclaimed with enthusiasm . Like she just found her idol

"Yes, yes sweety,you too will be so intelligent and my daughter is already smart ,isn't she?" Asked the mother while smiling

"Yes!!!!" She replied

But the truth is no one's perfect or always right . The Emir and his Vassals are human too . And human make mistakes. Some small and some very big, that are irredeemable . And the little girls Idol did a mistake too .

One of the topic of the mother daughter conversation was in the Palace . Seeking solace in sleep, praying that it will help him reduce the agony atleast for a little bit . And not allowing anyone in his suite.

The suite was a haven of opulence, with floor-to-ceiling windows framing panoramic views of the magnificent garden below . Plush velvet curtains cascaded down the walls, adding a touch of luxury to the space. A grand four-poster bed dominated the center, adorned with silk sheets and fluffy pillows fit for royalty. With soft air flowing through AC and reducing the temperature inside and providing the comfort from deserts heat. Elegant furnishings, from intricately carved armchairs to gilded side tables, completed the suite's lavish ambiance. An ornate chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a shimmering cascade of light upon the room's decadent decor. It was like a luxury apartment in itself .

Every Sheikh had his own wing in the palace To the East was Hassan-Al-Ashraf  . To the North was for Zayn-Al-Ashraf  . The south wing belonged to Tarif-Al-Ashraf and The west wing belonged to Rayyan-Al-Ashraf  . The kings wing was in the middle of the huge palace , surrounded by the Vassals wing  providing him the utmost security.

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