It was dark when we reached the crossroads. Sweat gathered in the palm of my hand where my sister was clenching it so hard I could barely feel my fingers. I was a warm sweat, that countered the chill in the air. I wanted to tell her to stop, it hurt - but no, she needed something right now. The breeze whispered past and something rippled in the faded moonlight of the puddle to our left. I kept walking, whispering words of encouragement to the air.
"Ris, I'm hungry...", I turned back to look down at the smaller version of myself. "Can I have some food?". I kissed the top of her head and bent down, skimming the coarse fabric of her tunic as I picked her up.
"We're almost there," I whispered into her ear.
A cold nose pressed against my cheek as I strode forward, looking for the light of the promised village.
Noor, a dancer in the Royal Court of the Al-Yauzhan Empire wants nothing more than to pay off her debts and lead a nice, simple life-but a chance encounter with the crown prince and his brother brings her into the dangerous world of court politics. As Noor and the princes investigate their uncle and cousin's possible treason, she grows closer to the crown prince, but in order to save the kingdom and the person she loves, Noor will have to risk everything...
A romantic adventure set in an imagined Arabic kingdom, THE DANCING GIRL is a story of court intrigues, romantic entanglements, and secret meetings as Noor and her best friend Amir try to help the princes they're falling for expose corrupt court officials with plans to seize the throne. Noor and Amir are close to having everything they've ever dreamed of...now all they need to do is survive.