Starlight of Persia
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"Which do you prefer being called, Moonlight or Starlight?"
I looked up in disbelief from where I knelt obediently on his dark bedroom floor, illuminated by just a lamp.
As someone in a position of unquestionably great power to obliterate my entire existence within the blink of an eye, the first thing the King of Persia happens to ask me, instead of picking up a whip and administering my punishment that was due, is what flattering nickname I'd like being called...amongst the two.
Punctuating his mysterious question, I hear a slight peek of what I am certain... is a sadistic chuckle.
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In the 7th century AD, Persia was at a constant war with the Byzantine Empire. This made the future of Sassanid Dynasty seem frighteningly uncertain.
The religious and ethnic groups in Persia didn't get along either by now, resulting in a civil war, and this finally made it easier for the Arab invaders to exploit the cracks that already existed within the Empire, making it collapse entirely.
The Princess of Persia, Azin who had lived her entire life in a remote village with a different identity, finally returned home to meet the new King of Persia, Emir Yousuf Al Hamad.
Coming up with a dangerous strategy, she schemes to get close to Yousuf, topple and dethrone him, only to send him back to hell.
For she is sure, that... is where he belongs.
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