To Kill a Dynasty
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An Enigma.
And a hurt soul that still chooses to forgive.
He is the future of an ancient dynasty.
Her future? It's in the hands of her creator.
All her life she has known nothing but pain and forgiveness, test after test, trial after trial, In a world that invokes heartlessness, she chooses to keep her heart soft, in a life that has shown her nothing but pain, she chooses to see the beauty that lies beyond, she holds fast to her faith and still weeps to her creator, she cries as if she's apologizing for being hurt, like love was her sin and breaking her is her punishment, yet still chooses to keep her heart clean in a world which has done nothing but try to taint it in bitterness, What will Allah's ease to her be after a lifetime of hardship within the palace she had served all her life?
Poker faced. Stone Cold. Sinfully beautiful. A man of few words with a heart locked down like a fortress protected. Burdened with responsibilities he never asked to shoulder, a crown he never asked to wear, and a life he was willing to bargain his way out of. What will be his light in a world hellbent on drowning him in darkness apart from Al-Noor? What will be his escape from this prison he was born into? And what will be his ultimate redemption in a realm where he only foresaw punishment?
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