A tragedy, a calamity, depicting the devastation of a petite girl, Scheherazade, who ended up before the huge metal gates of the Kingdom of Sulṭa, known as the Kingdom of Death among the commoners. Scheherazade came to the palace, tired up of the di...
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She was tough as the soldiers that fought for the freedom of their country, strong as the kingdoms that they had conquered, beautiful as the pavilions that lined the rim of the palace; a beautiful recusant that stunned millions with her spontaneous presence. She was a miracle, comparable to the Kingdom of kismet in every aspect. She had a heart full of vengeance, masked with the facade of morality and decency, unlike the tenebrous soul that Shahryar possessed.
Unlike everything that she was, he was a man full of probity and virtue, with disgust rooted deep for errant souls that spoiled miles of realms. He was a mystery like the moon on the cloudy days, with a heart that gleamed brighter than the sun that reigned during the day. He was a prodigy, comparable to the universe in every aspect. He had a heart full of morality, masked with the façade of cruelty, unlike the errant soul that Scheherazade possessed.
He was tenebrous and she was the evil of his darkness. What happens when two obscure souls come together?
