The Imam nods.
“I believe he thought you would die quietly,” he says.
Then he adds, “But he underestimated what love can do.”
You tremble at that word, love.
You never thought you’d be the heroine of any story.
You were born blind, raised in contempt, tossed into the arms of a “beggar.”
And yet here you are, holding the hand of a hunted prince while an imam speaks of overthrowing a corrupt ruler.
You agree to leave before sunrise.
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