#King Sharaman

[streets-in-paradise]

Spoils of War - Dastan x (fem) Secret Assassin Servant!Reader

Prince of Persia Oneshot

Requested by Anon

" Hi OMD when I saw requests for prince of Persia I literally fell on my knees, literally anything for Dastan pls or enemies to lovers with a secret assassin servant reader 🤔"

Sure, anon! i love PoP and love writing for Dastan. Thanks for your request! Hope you will enjoy it as much as i loved writing it 😊

Warnings: Historical minded naturalization of slavery as concequence of war, prince x servant enemies to lovers with political intrigue happening in the middle ( nizam weaponizing the hate of the reader to attempt getting dastan killed.)

Summary:A persian attack destroys the home city of your arranged fiancé during your visit to meet him and the winners take you with them after the sacking. Doomed to become the servant of the man who killed him, your miserable and friendless existence as a slave in a foreign country couldn't get any worse.

Just as you are about to reach a breaking point the brother of the king offers you a dangerous way out that you take full of anger, hate and desperation. Switching your wedding night for a black widow job assassinating your master isn't the honorable first moment of union with a man you dreamed, but fate will keep surprising you as you start to discover the kind of man Dastan trully is.

Notes: This turned out loosely inspired in greek mythology and The Son of the Sheik (1926). I didn't plan it like that from the beggining, i realized midway into the writing but thought it would be cool to tell you.

Tags: @blackheart-beauty @axelwolf8109

The city was doomed and sooner or later your rank was going to become a curse. The man you were promised to was the leader of the last defensive attempt and his fate was falling in battle against the sons of Sharaman. Naturally, it was yours to become part of the loot gained on the sacking and being carried away to the palace. From then you could only expect the worst, you would be theirs to dispose. 

The persian who discovered you and got you out the hiding spot introduced you to some of the royals with the pride of a well accomplished task. He knew he just had found something they would like or, more precisely, fitting for the eye of the youngest prince. A proper reward for the maker of the feat, since you heard then he was the killer of your fiancee, making coincidence allied with the rules of war.  

Followed closely by the careless yet present surveillance of his uncle, Dastan of Persia came to you presenting himself as the needed comfort for a helpless and terrified woman. His eyes were trying to find yours staring back at him as he insisted over and over that he won't hurt you, but his attempt of checking a superficial wound in your cheek caused an intempestive reaction. 

You spat on his face, but that clear expression of deep hatred didn't stop the course of fate. You became his servant, one exclusively dedicated to him until you could be trusted near any other persian royals. Bis, the man handing you to his prince, was in charge of watching over you. 

Resistance was all that kept you standing, you refused to embrace the new identity coming from the reality being imposed to you. Despite being placed in degrading circumstances you were still a noble from birth and Nizam was the only one who seemed to understand that. 

The world was turned upside down, a vulgar man turned into a prince was master of a servant who was once about to be queen. Dastan irritated you above everyone, the parody of a royal he performed was an insult to your principles and he was always teasing you for staying tied to your manners. Nobody would ever be on your side because you were a stranger even among the people they had enslaved you with. To them you were just the foreigner once engaged to their deceased prince before marriage got to happen, but that wasn't enough to owe you any loyalty. You had no friends there and your family wasn't aware of anything so you couldn't count on them.

In that situation, the brother of the king and his sharp ironic whispering was the only approach you found relatable. Unlike Dastan, he had no interest in acting like a moral grounded hero who rescued you from the ruins. He felt to you like an exhausted nobleman, the only one still able to perceive the oddities of the context surrounding you. 

Your humiliation reached its peak when the prince introduced you with the restant members of the gang of savages he called friends. You were expected to serve them and although he wouldn't allow anyone to disrespect you and no one did. you had the feeling of being admired with vulgarity as if they were showing approval of the leader's new toy. The prideful horror you didn't care to hide caused more and more teasing coming from him. When he finally got sick of it, Dastan admitted to be testing your qualities. 

He said you were beautiful, but lacked humility and that needed to be fixed. 

It was unbearable, you would have done anything to get away from him. Feeling he was the only one you could trust, you later told Nizam about the aberration and then discovered you weren't alone. He shared your bitterness to an even higher extreme, directly feeding the flames of your hate towards Dastan. 

" Do you want to get rid of the rat? So do i. " He confessed to you as a conclusion of your common venting. " I have the power to fix your life here if you fix that for me. " 

" What can be granted to me that would make this any better? " You skeptically recalled. " I lost my life, the small privilege of the highest valued slave is nothing compared with what I once had." 

" I can make your living condition be re-evaluated. " He casually offered you,as if it was an easy task that meant nothing to him compared to other things he could do with the amount of power he had. " I would make one of my two nephews marry you. If you behave and serve my interests it could even be Tus so you would get the illusion of being a future queen again. The union would be strategic, you'll pay me when he will be crowned king. " 

Returning to nobility having only one secret owner seemed infinitely better than being a servant. You weren't bothered by the idea of becoming a political tool of Nizam if that would get your dignity restored.

" An offer like this must demand a higher price than just helping you keep your nephew controlled for you to rule through him, so tell me what it is. " 

" You must kill Dastan." Nizam ordered ríght away. " A chance like this one hasn't been presented in many years. Why do you think I have been following you so patiently? To offer you a friend?" 

He was mocking you but you were too lost thinking on the task itself to care about that detail.

" I knew from the beginning that you were perfect to provide me this service. " 

The absurdity of that claim allowed you to mock him back. 

" Couldn't you find a trained assassin? Or a man of the royal guard? Anyone could do it for a proper price. " 

" If anyone could do it, your prince should still be breathing. When battle calls Dastan is as fast as the lightning. No fíghter can catch him by surprise, he can't be taken down in an ambush. It's impossible to defeat him by force, but he is easier to weaken by passion. "

The implications on that last sentence alarmed you more than the command itself. 

" I think you are mistaken, ... he does nothing but annoy me for his amusement. " 

" He desires you. " Nizam insisted. " The persistence on his part indicates that he wants you more intensely than what he should. What you have to do is tame that wild beast, once he will fall asleep drunk of you he will not even notice the movement of the air as your dagger sinks in his flesh. " 

It offended you, that was an insult to the sacrifices you were making in that hostile environment in order to survive the way you wanted. 

" I'm NOT a prostitute, I still guard the only treasure that you persians haven't stolen from me. I will bleed over the bedsheet of my husband like the honorable practices command, not let Dastan have that before ending him for his blood to mix with mine. Find another way for me to murder him or I am out." 

The energic refusal angered him and he showed you a side of him even darker than what his command inferred. 

" You were simply lucky, girl. How long do you think that luck is going to last if you reject my offer? " He hissed in a threatening tone. " Very soon you will run out of things to loose. If you don't give it to him, somebody else will take it because being our slave means any man here has the ríght to go their way with your pretty body. I'm giving you a chance for revenge and a future reward for the stain consequential to your current condition, more than what you deserve. " 

The cruel vocab was harshly pointing out an actual truth. Once Dastan wouldn't be there and Bis would follow him to war you would remain in the palace alone without any guarantee of protection. Following the orders of Nizam was the only way for you to land a respectable position and you didn't lack motives to kill the prince. Trusting in the word of a man who wanted to kill his nephew was a dangerous move, but desperate times needed desperate measures.

The execution of the plan started in slow moves, with passive receptions of his provocations intending to generate neutral to positive interactions inviting the prince to trust you. A sudden change of mind would have been too suspicious, you only allowed yourself to act progressively more friendly with Bis.Having his best friend on your side was a good mechanism of approach, but given that was also the man taking responsibility for you it was strategical from all pointviews. 

Unfortunately, it all became counterproductive as the intimate proximity needed to be generated for the future success of the job increased. Dastan and Bis were showing true concern for your adaptation when you stopped being mean to them. The orphan made prince shared some particular details of his experience on the drastic change, details that his brothers would never come to completely understand, and the similarity on the feelings he described with yours got to shock you. Despite he was talking of gaining privilege while you had fallen in disgrace, you both knew what it was to feel out of place. Spending time with him was part of your day work and the secret mission, but it also made you start getting to know him at a personal level and doing so was placating your anger. 

The first time he made romantical advance on you he still managed to surprise you. Romantical undertones were hard to spot beyond the aura of attractiveness following his every act, his ways were flirty all the time. However, he put in some real work in making that act very distinguishable for you. 

Under the excuse of helping you avoid work for a while he took you to his favorite spot in the palace, or more precisely on top of it. His hiding place from childhood, where he would go back then when the pressures of change were becoming too much for the street boy expected to become a prince. You were sitting next to each other with little to no space in between, sharing stories of your past lives. Out of sudden at some point in one of his tales he interrupted himself off to apologize to you. 

" Gaining glory with your suffering was never my intention. I can't change the past, but I want to be a helpful part of your future. There is nothing wrong with being a servant if the royal family protects you and I am taking care of that.” 

He wasn’t completely satisfied with that and imagined you wouldn't be either if he would keep it that simple, so he encouraged himself to continue. 

“  I know what it's like to struggle for survival, but I am aware you will never get rid of the noble girl you used to be. Her virtues and flaws will stay with you, only time and use will show you how to deal with that. If I wanted to help you get rid of that tendency to judge others based on their origins, it is not only because I don't want you to hate me ... Do you think I didn't despise nobility before I became a prince? Adapting costed me some self hatred back when I was learning to emulate their ways, that's how I know that you will only be happy if you get rid of all sorts of prejudices. " 

Incredibly wise personal advice with a heartfelt touch, You never imagined he would be capable of such deep thinking. Until then he was to you a brute chosen for the potentiality the king found in his fast movements thinking of forming a fighter. The colorful tale presenting him as a noble hearted boy made a prince in an act of justice was to you an excuse hiding a military reason. It had to be the creation of an unstoppable elite soldier, a mighty weapon for the persian army with fierce loyalty for the king who dragged him out of the mud.

The man you were discovering justified the legend, maybe there was more in him to see than what surface looking would show. 

" Why do you tell me this?" 

" Because I don't want you to hate yourself seeing how everything changes around you, but you fight to stay the same. " 

He made you smile, you couldn't help it. Embarrassed as you were for that moment of weakness, you couldn't even look him in the eye. Noticing you were looking down made him follow your glance and your eyes meet in the ríght spot for something he wanted to show you. 

" See this?" He pointed at the rustic necklace he was wearing. " I keep it since those days, a reminder of the life I left behind keeping me grounded. " 

You were encouraged to inspect it and the prince secretly enjoyed some accidental caressing through your action. 

" Difficult thing for someone living in the heights, always jumping and climbing everywhere. " 

Your mock made him chuckle and the level of intimacy you were reaching encouraged him to get more personal. 

" Did you love him? Is that why being with me becomes such a heavy burden to you? The same hands bringing death to your beloved seeking to caress you... Is that what you despise and fear?" 

Dastan looked lost and regretful. It was as if he feared that any chance to get closer with you was lost forever and he would be the one to blame for that. 

" I wasn't in love with him, but I did love the idea of being a queen someday. " You admitted, wondering to yourself why you were encouraging him. " If you would have grown up in contact with more noble girls, you would understand. " 

" I can't give you a throne, but if you let me I'll make this place your new home. If I once was the one who took away all your safeties, allow me now to be your shelter. " 

The hand you still had on his chest was shaking a bit, so he took it and caressed it to calm the trembling before placing a kiss on its back.

You were absolutely speechless, no sound coming out from your parted lips as you observed him in amazement. Dastan awaited while eliminating all distance between you and once your lips were close enough he stopped fighting back the urge to kiss you. A long, mad, desperate kiss that left you gasping for air. 

You should have seen it coming, but you were momentarily swept away by his passion. Not only you didn't resist it, you enjoyed it. It was expected of you to be manipulating his passionate energy, yet you couldn't even keep the upper hand when the prince was kissing you. Heat invaded you, as if your whole body was burning of desire for your enemy. 

Those sensations were completely new to you and that overwhelmed you, keeping you far away from the calculative coldness the deal demanded. With your certainties completely shakened, you would still fool yourself thinking you were going to make it. Over and over again you informed Nizam of your excellent improvements claiming to be awaiting for his instructions, but the truth was that you were a victim of Dastan's charm falling for him without wanting to acknowledge it.

The opportunity chosen by Nizam to strike presented itself sooner than what you would have preferred. There was going to be a celebration in the palace and you would have to do more than serving food and keeping the goblets of your masters full. As the new rarity brought with the recent sacking, the local nobles could feel curious and you would have to be presented around them for their entertainment. With your beauty of past days restored and reconceptualized through suggestive dressing you were supposed to bait one of the two noble born princes to want you for themselves and lead the peasant one to his death. Your fate depended on the outcome of that night, no margin for mistakes allowed. 

While circumstances impeded your target from his gentlemanly actions taking for himself the role of your protector, Bis was still there to take his place. It wasn’t hard to see that the outstanding change in your appearance impressed him, but he admitted it in a completely harmless way. It felt as if a friend would be telling you that you looked pretty and tried to cheer you up while making you some company before the great moment. Only then you realized that you may have made your first friend among the persians and the comfort made you feel horrible. Sweet, innocent Bis thought you were nervous merely because you were going to dance for the noblemen and he did everything in his power to comfort you. His kind efforts reached unknown limits when he said he knew Dastan fancied you and he was going to convince him to marry you so wouldn’t have to go through that anymore. 

It moved you, his consideration was not what you would have once expected from the man who caused your doom. The misjudgement generated by your well justified hatred wouldn’t let you see past that and you sold yourself to the wrong master hoping the enemy of your enemies would strategically become your friend. Bis turned out to be your friend and it was most likely that Nizam wouldn’t show you any mercy. You were an easy scapegoat, he would get rid of you before you could open your mouth to accuse him. 

The crossroad you stuck yourself in didn’t have any good way out. if you would confess to Dastan the truth, he would reject you before daring to doubt his beloved uncle. However, if you would desist from obeying Nizam, he would destroy you and the prince would continue to be in danger while completely unaware of that. The only solution was evaluating what mattered the most to you and Bis gave you the answer when you felt a sparkle of excitement beneath the layers of guilt as you heard of his plan to help you. Deep down you were on board with it, Dastan awakened feelings you had never experienced during your brief meeting with your arranged fiance. There was no doubt that you despised him at first, but he kept working hard to change your mind until he eventually did it. 

Unfortunately, you realized that too late. He could only hate you if he knew of the conspiracy, Dastan would never be yours and you could only blame yourself for that. Time would come for you to face the consequences of your mistakes, but that night you were going to get your little farewell before his heart would break in front of you and yours with his. Despite you being mixed in the crowd of dancers, you were still able to make him feel like you were performing just for him. The awe in his beautiful, round eyes following your movements was slowly melting you, he was the only man that mattered to you there. Being his servant had at least one perk and that was not needing to hide for decorum, he only had to make you a sign to approach and you abandoned the group for him. 

“ Is it good like this, my lord?” You purred innocently while proceeding to sit on his lap. “ I hope you enjoyed the show. “

Dastan was fascinated, almost unable to believe what was happening knowing that it was coming from you. 

“ … I loved it, but wasn’t expecting my favorite girl to perform.” 

You chuckled and began to run your fingers through his hair. 

“ Surprise! See how well adjusted I am? I will not be a problem for you tonight.” 

He smiled foolishly, as if his mind was numbed because he was feeling you with all his senses. 

“ Well, it’s becoming difficult to focus on anything else but your ravishing looks.” He admitted, unsure of where he would wish to land his hands first but still doubting if he should do it. “ … It may be arabian perfume what I’m smelling over here?” 

Dastan reached your neck to keep playfully sniffing. Since he could be then sure you weren’t rejecting him anymore, he began to cover that sensitive spot with kisses. A shy gasp escaped from you and he chuckled against your skin, to which you were completely sure you would end up following him to his bedroom. However, your ecstatic responses ended on the way when you noticed the subtle warning look of Nizam witnessing you escape together across the room. 

It shrank your heart and you froze with fear, cursing the moment when you decided to associate with that evil man. The sweet prince was unsuspecting of anything, confusing your sorrow and regret with a fear of his touch making you doubt. Once you were behind closed doors all he did was to hold you in his arms. 

“ I value the effort that you put in for me tonight, but I will not push limits the noble girl in you wouldn’t want me to.” He was sweetly comforting you. “ Imagine this is our wedding night and I’m the husband respecting your choice of not giving yourself to me until I’ll stop being a stranger.” 

You both were laying in the bed over the sheets you changed that morning and he was trying to revive the code of conduct you were supposed to forget, bringing to you the world that didn’t belong to you anymore. Dastan thought the effects of the weight of your secret mission were signs of fear for the loss of your maidenhood to him and doing so he proved to be exactly like the husband you had always wanted. 

“ Would you do that for me?” You asked with hesitation, the tone of your voice shaking as you tried to fight tears of deep regret. “ … Even right here and now, when I am nothing to you? “ 

“ Who says you couldn’t be my wife someday? My sole existence here is a violation to many rules, don’t you think? “ He vaguely teased, also making fun of one of the many insults you proffered to him over the course of your first days at his service. “ I’m a street kid made prince, who would have the nerve to judge if I pick a slave princess?” 

Tears began to fall through your face and that time you were dragging him for a kiss, desperately trying to hush your thoughts and let him know how deeply you corresponded his affection before the inevitable would have to happen. 

“ Nizam … he will never let us be.” You attempted to explain to him right afterwards without choking on the crying. “ Dastan, I did something terrible. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. I let him manipulate my emotions … I didn’t want you to save me if I could save myself, there was a time when I truly despise you and he took advantage of me for that.`` 

The bewilderment in his gaze was breaking your heart in advance. 

“ What are you talking about?” 

There was no easy way to say what he needed to know, but at that moment his safety mattered more than what could be of you if he wouldn’t believe you. Fortunately, you remembered you had one proof with some chances of making your story plausible. Dastan was slightly concerned when you stood up to loosen your clothes and search for the well hidden weapon that, had the order been fulfilled, you would have kept away from his sight before he would come to undress you. 

You handled it to him immediately, letting the evidence speak for you before you would have to. 

“ Do you recognize this dagger?” 

Dastan examined it carefully, but there was no doubt in his conclusion. 

“ How?” He defensively asked you. “ Who gave this to you?” 

“ I’ve got it from the hand of your uncle, he strictly commanded me to kill you in your sleep.” You informed him, much to your regret. “ He convinced me with empty promises of manipulating Tus into making me his wife so my position would be restored, back when I used to care about that … Before getting to know you and find out you are all I ever wanted."

You couldn't stand his suffering. He did believe you, but that didn't make things any better. In any case, it was a double betrayal.

" Do you loathe me so much? " He asked you, visibly hurted. " Does he loathe me this much?"

Desperate and unsure of what to do, all that occured to you was being completely honest with him.

" Dastan, i love you! I could have kept the secret and face the rage of Nizam alone, but then the truth would be gone with me and he would still be close to you planning new ways to harm you." You tried to explain him. " I don't care about what could happen to me anymore, I'm doing this for you… I can't let him hurt you."

He stood up in silence and you could tell that he was about to kick you out. Before he could get to even suggest it you threw yourself in front of him embracing his knees.

"Save yourself, my love. Please, be sensical. " You humbly pleaded. " I'm not begging you to forgive me, I know i have just lost you forever and i'm willing to accept my punishment. "

You released him and closed your eyes, still on your knees but adopting a sacrificial position. Dastan understood you were inviting him to take revenge on you if he desired so hoping that would satisfy him. Paying the price for both should stop him from recklessly confronting Nizam.

Not even at the peak of desperation when you were about to be made a war captive he had seen you like that… And you weren't even trying to save yourself, but offering him your life so he wouldn't risk his.

The prince let the dagger fall on the floor, shocked to the realization that you were trully in love with him.

" As you have spared my life, I release you from your debt. " He informed you, then gesturally invited you to rise up. " How could you possibly believe I would have the very same strenght you lacked? If love stopped your hand, so it shall stop mine. "

Inmense gratitude made you smile despite the sorrow. From that point you would accept anything he demmanded of you. Either if he needed help to expose his uncle, or if he was planning to run away so the family conflict wouldn't end in war, you would follow him.

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Prince Of Persia: The Sands Of Time (2003) - Remake (2021)

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Fun movie. Now onto John Carter

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[10-03-1989]

Battles of Prince of Persia: Timeline

In an ongoing effort to understand the events of Battles better --- I wrote out this step-by-step itinerary back in 2016.

Part 1: Present - the Prince’s PoV

The Prince talks with Darius in the garden about becoming a general

They fight, the Prince wins

The Dahaka shows up for the first time and kills Darius

Part 2: Present - the Prince’s PoV

Weeks go by before the Prince finds a book in the palace library explaining “The Box of One Thousand Restraints”

He then goes to Sharaman to convince him to attack India to get close to Aresura by saying he wants to capture the birthplace of Mehri, Khat

They fight, the Prince wins, Sharaman makes him a general and sends him to Arkabar in Mugger’s Square to receive Mark of the King

Part 4: Present - Persian’s PoV

Gathering at the border of India, the Persians are met by Arun, the Indian general

They fight, Persia wins, Arun flees while the Persians press on to Patna

Sharaman is satisfied with Khat, but the Prince wants to move on to Aresura

The two argue with Sharaman wanting to take the capital before facing a counterattack, and despite strong protests from Sharaman, the Prince heads north with a small company

With no other choice, Sharaman continues to Patna with his remaining men

Part 5: Present - the Prince’s PoV

On to the way to Aresura, they pass an addled Sindra who cries out something about “the box”

When questioned, Sindra mentions somebody stealing the box and the Vizier before fainting dead away

Pushing on, the army comes across the box, but as they draw near, a handful of Daeva appear

They fight, the Persians win, and the Daevas retreat

The Prince breaks the seal on the box, unwittingly releasing the rest of the Daevas trapped inside

Fighting at first, the Persians retreat as the enemy keeps coming

Part 6: Present - Indian’s PoV

Meanwhile, Sharaman and his men are closing in on Patna with news of the attack having reached the Maharajah

Kalim makes his way to the Maharajah’s war room, despite his presence not being allowed due to his rank as a soldier

The two argue over this until another soldier comes in to inform the Maharajah that Arun was defeated

The Maharajah decides Kalim can replace him, and Kalim and his newfound men march off to engage Sharaman’s company

Thanks to the Prince’s departure, Persia’s forces had been reduced, and because of this, they’re forced to retreat from the battlefield

Part 7: Present - Kalim’s PoV

Fearing a counterattack, the Persians race toward Babylon, with the Indians moving toward it shortly after

They’re intercepted by Arun, however, who waves the white flag of surrender on his way

Arun informs them that the Persian’s are coming with an army twice as fierce, referring to the Prince’s men being chased by the Daevas back toward Babylon

Misunderstanding Kalim claims to have defeated them but agrees that Persia will send more troops

Arun suggests they return to Patna to fortify for the counter, but Kalim refuses and insists they take the palace of Babylon

Joining together, Arun and Kalim reach the gates of the palace, at which point Arun loses control of the men, and a slaughter breaks out

Mehri emerges from the palace, sword in hand, to try and put a stop to the violence but is struck down when an arrow pierces her side

Part 8: Present - Persian’s PoV

Soon after this, a lone messenger approaches Sharaman with the news of Mehri’s death

Sharaman sends the messenger away, but before he goes, the man informs him that the Prince is headed toward them with a horde of demons behind him

Sharaman knows where the demons come from and tells the messenger to gather troops to capture the Prince

The Prince is captured and brought before Sharaman, who tells him exactly what his actions had brought upon them

The Prince shows immense remorse to a still enraged Sharaman before succumbing and telling Sharaman of the events from SoT

Sharaman isn’t convinced, telling the Prince that he was there that day and that the notion of traveling back in time with a magic dagger is impossible and no excuse for his actions leading to his mother’s death

The Prince reasons that it must be why the beast (the Dahaka) is after him, that it killed Darius, and that he needed the box to try and rid himself of the creature

Sharaman seems to come around, telling him that waging war and trying to use the box was still a mistake

The Prince shows yet more remorse, citing that he felt alone, to which Sharaman tells him he wasn’t and that he could have advised him in the matter seeing as the box used to belong to Persia

The Prince questions how he knew about the demons and why it ended up in Aresura, and Sharaman explains that it was stolen many years ago and that by giving chase, he broke treaties and created war; not unlike the Prince

Part 9: Flashback - Sharaman’s PoV

When Sharaman was a young man, the Daevas rode toward Babylon with the intent to steal the box

Saurva, the leader of the Daevas, led the charge. Setting fires as they went, the box was soon theirs

Persia struggled to gather enough allies to avenge the attack, but refusing to wait, Sharaman took a company of men and set out for Aresura that same night

By morning they were entering the Sun Valley and were promptly ambushed by Aesma, the Daeva general

They fight, Sharaman wins, while Aesma and his men retreat

Part 10: Flashback - Sharaman’s PoV

Pushing through Sun Valley to the capital of Aresura, they were greeted by a seemingly endless army, but Sharaman spurred his horse on regardless, thinking that if they held out until India arrived, all wouldn’t be lost

Only a few would survive the ensuing battle. Saurva downs Sharaman’s horse, and as he’s trying to free himself out from under the dying steed, Saurva shows up to finish him off

Before Saurva can do this, however, there’s a flash of lightning and a thunderclap, after which the Daevas are gone

Part 11: Present - Kalim’s PoV

Standing among the ruin of Babylon, Kalim fears the Maharajah blames him for the massacre caused by Arun’s uncontrolled men

Before anything can be done for it, the Indian’s are attacked by the Daevas, but rather than surrender the city they had just won, Kalim and his men stand their ground

They fight, and the Indians hold the forces off

Once again, before they can rejoice in victory, a soldier is sighted running toward the Prince with news that more Daevas were headed toward India

In agreement, Kalim and Arun both start to return to Patna with haste

Part 12: Present - Kalim’s PoV

Stopping at the summit of mount Singri-La they see nothing but an empty landscape until they spot the Daevas approaching from the east

Kalim and his men cut the demons off, they fight, and the Indian’s win

With the threat momentarily diverted, Kalim goes to the Maharajah for advice

Expressing concern over the demons, the Maharajah tells him that they were once a noble race before disappearing around the same time that the Box of One Thousand Restraints did

The Maharajah theorizes that it was used to trap them inside and that the Vizier must have had a hand in it

Part 13: Flashback - the Vizier’s PoV

The Vizier and his men sought out the Daevas, engaged them, and managed to kidnap Saurva’s wife, and with a knife to her throat, Saurva had no choice but to listen

The Vizier tells Saurva to steal the box from Babylon for him or that his family would feel his wrath

Despite his wife’s protests Saurva and his men set out for Persia

Part 14: Flashback - Saurva’s PoV

Saurva and his men reach Babylon by morning and set up camp beside a river, waiting for nightfall to act

That night the Daevas attack, obtain the box and leave

Part 15: Flashback - the Vizier’s PoV

The Daevas return with the box, and despite the deal, the Vizier kills Saurva’s wife

Outraged, Saurva and his men attack the Vizier and his troops

It’s about this time that a young Sharaman comes looking for the box and joins the fight

Just as Suarva stands over Sharaman, the Vizier uses the box, sealing the Daevas inside

Part 16: Present - Saurva’s PoV

Saurva is collecting himself after escaping the box. The last thing he remembers is the battle, Persians, Indians, and Daevas all clashing under stormy skies. He was about to strike down the Persian King when everything went black

Part 17: Present - Saurva’s PoV

While wandering the desert, Saurva runs into Aesma, who tells him that Saurva’s sister, Sindra, was also found wandering the desert

Saurva mentions seeking revenge against not only the Vizier but India and Persia as well, and Aesma says that Sindra won’t hear of it and has already made off with half of his men

Saurva insists that Aesma gives him his remaining men so that he can gather the ones who deserted him, but Aesma refuses, saying there’s no reason to go to war when his sister is already safe

They fight, and Saurva kills Aesma

Part 18: Present - Saurva’s PoV

Commandeering the rest of Aesma’s troops, Saurva sets out on the warpath to reap his vengeance

Part 19: Present - Saurva’s PoV

Saurva heads to Patna first but is stalled by Kalim

They fight, and Saurva kills Kalim

After this, Saurva goes on to butcher all of Patna

Part 20: Flashback - the Vizier’s PoV

After the Vizier gets the box, he seeks Sindra out in the chaos, finding the camp in which she slept

Confronting her, the Vizier threatens to imprison her in the box unless she submits to him, which she refuses to do without a fight

Part 21: Flashback - the Vizier’s PoV

Somehow using his staff, the Vizier seizes Sindra’s mind, his magic slowly draining her memories away and freezing her to her spot

There’s a flashback here to PART 12 when the Maharajah explains to Kalim why he suspected the Vizier was behind the attack against the Daevas

The Maharajah learned of the Vizier’s betrayal after his death at the Prince’s hands in SoT, presumably as told by Farah

Kalim expresses his belief that the Vizier was a loyal servant at the time

Kalim goes on to try and form a plan to stop the invading Daevas when the Maharajah tells him that their army is too much for him and that he’ll don armor and sword once again himself

They argue over this before Kalim leaves to simply fight the Daevas himself to earn his father’s respect

Another flashback to PART 12 after Persia and India have both been attacked by the Daevas, and after Kalim leaves the Maharajah’s war room

The Prince of India runs into the Prince of Persia, who tries to convince Kalim that the only way to counter the foe is to unite forces

Kalim refuses, saying that he saw Persia’s true intentions when they attacked

The Prince takes responsibility for the attack, apologizing in the process

Kalim more or less tells him that it’s pathetic that he can’t fight his own battles, while the Prince reasons that it’s become both of their battles

Kalim continues to refuse, so they fight, with the Prince winning

Yet still, Kalim refuses, but eventually, the Prince convinces him to come around

Only the following morning, the Prince comes to find the guards he had posted to watch Kalim’s tent are dead and the Prince gone

At that, a horn sounds in the distance, and against all odds, the Prince finds himself hoping it signifies Kalim’s victory

Part 22: Present - the Prince’s PoV

The following morning the Prince catches up with Sharaman, asking him what happened

Sharaman informs him that Kalim fell, and with him, the only army that could have helped them

With no other options, the Persians ride to the final battle regardless, every one of them aware of their impending death

Along the way, however, the army is stopped by a Daeva emerging from the forest, hands raised in surrender

Approaching the royals, the man quickly explains that his commander wishes to meet with them, and following him leads them to Sindra

The Prince recognizes her as the woman from the wounded lands, who spoke of the box and the Vizier before fainting

Sindra tells him she doesn’t remember much but then proposes that they join forces against Saurva, her brother

The Prince expresses concern over trusting her, remarking that it’s strange that he had never heard of her, a Princess, before

Sindra mentions that their people have only met in war

Part 23: Present - Sindra’s PoV

Sindra recalls how after she was captured by the Vizier, it didn’t take him long to become disgusted by her rejection, even while under the influence of his magic

Because of this, the Vizier traps her in the same box as the rest of the Daevas

Despite the years spent in limbo, she remembers her brother’s habits, though, and she knows where to find him as he often chooses to set up camp on Aresura’s plains

Sure enough, this is where they find Saurva and where Sindra tries to reason with him to stop the massacre

Saurva refuses, saying that the Daevas have been persecuted long enough

Eventually, Sindra sees that the only way to stop him is to engage him in battle

They fight, and Sindra wins

Part 24: Present - the Prince’s PoV

The Prince emerges on the scene and apologizes for not trusting her, to which Sindra informs him that she understands that trust can be hard to come by in times of war

Sindra then tells him that her brother has been broken by everything, and awaits trial, that their people call him a warmonger

The Prince asks what will happen next, and Sindra tells him that the penalty will be death– that she made a promise long ago that should Saurva ever be disgraced, it would be her blade that ends him so that he doesn’t die in shame

With everything done and said, the Prince leaves the siblings with Saurva demanding his sister’s blood spoken above the woman’s calm and loving words

As he leaves, the Prince decides not to return to Persia and instead seek out help against the beast that hunts him elsewhere, not wanting to put what’s left of his family in more danger

#prince of persia #pop: battles #ch: sharaman #ch: the prince #ch: darius #ch: the dahaka #ch: arun #ch: kalim #ch: the maharajah #ch: mehri #ch: saurva #ch: the vizier #ch: aesma #ch: sindra

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Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones is an action-adventure video game developed and published by Ubisoft Montreal. It was released in December, 2005 in North America for the Xbox, Microsoft Windows, PlayStation 2, and the Nintendo GameCube. It was ported to the PlayStation Portable and Wii,[1] under the title Prince of Persia: Rival Swords with the Wii version utilizing the motion-sensing functionality of its controller, while the PSP version added exclusive content. A remastered, high-definition version of The Two Thrones was released on the PlayStation Network for the PlayStation 3 on December 21, 2010.[2]

The Two Thrones marked the third and final chapter for The Sands of Time saga.

Gameplay

The game combines exploration and combat. Both elements make use of the Prince's acrobatic capability and agility. Throughout much of the game, the player must attempt to traverse the palace by running across walls, ascending or descending chasms by jumping back and forth between walls, avoiding traps, climbing structures and jumping from platform to platform, making other types of well-timed leaps, solving puzzles and using discovered objects to progress.

During combat, many of the same moves vital to the player in other situations can be put to use to overpower enemies. An example is the ability of the Prince to jump off walls in order to strike enemies decisively. The player generally attacks enemies and blocks using a dagger, although other objects or factors, such as the Dagger of Time and its time-control abilities eventually prove to be critical to victory.

In The Two Thrones, the Prince's acrobatic skills have improved and is now able to launch himself off walls at 45 degree angles at strategically placed vertical shutters, slide down chutes and balance on swinging poles, among other things. The designers have also improved the stealth system. Instead of merely being able to do more damage when striking without being seen, the game uses a speed-kill system. If the player does not complete the speed kill, the enemy knocks him off and the speed kill fails. The amount of moves or the length of time required depends on how strong the opponents are. The same system is also used in some of the boss battles.

The Prince also develops a split personality, known as the Dark Prince, and this alter ego constantly bickers with him in his mind about right and wrong. At times, the Prince physically transforms into the Dark Prince. These transformations are scripted and not controlled by the player. During these times, however, the Prince retains control of his body, and the player still has control over the character. For the most part, the Prince's dark side is simply an inner voice.

When controlling the Dark Prince, the player loses the ability to wield a secondary weapon, instead using the "Daggertail", a bladed whip fused to his arm. This allows medium range combat moves and new interactions with the environment. The Dark Prince also constantly loses health as a result of the semi-transformation, with eventual death from the loss. He goes back to full health whenever he collects Sand, from either a monster or object. Also, his Daggertail gives him a different button combination for speed kills, in which he strangles his victims. Coming into contact with water allows the Prince to return to normal.

Plot

The game is set after the events of Prince of Persia: Warrior Within, in which the Prince kills the Dahaka, saves Kaileena and prevents the Sands of Time from being created. Unlike the previous games, the story is narrated by Kaileena. The Prince's actions alter the timeline of events that took place before that point. In the original timeline, the Vizier and Maharajah traveled to the Island of Time and found an hourglass filled with the Sands of Time. In the modified timeline, they find the hourglass empty. Since the Vizier never released the Sands of Time and fought the Prince, he is still alive at the beginning of this game. Farah, who helped the Prince during the events for Sands of Time, has never met the Prince.

As The Prince and Kaileena return to the city of Babylon, they find it being ravaged by war. Their ship is attacked and destroyed, and he and Kaileena wash ashore. The Prince awakens and watches as enemy soldiers take Kaileena away. The Prince fights his way into the palace and confronts the Vizier, who kills Kaileena with the Dagger of Time, unleashing the Sands again. The Vizier then impales himself with it and makes himself immortal. The Prince is also affected, having a whip-like weapon known as a Daggertail embedded in his skin when the Sands infect the wound. However, in the confusion following the release of the Sands, the Vizier throws the Dagger aside and the Prince manages to steal it before the Sands infected him completely.

The Prince falls into the sewers and gets carried to the outskirts of Babylon. As he travels through the city once again to kill the Vizier, he finds that the infection caused by the Sands of Time is affecting his mind, giving rise to an alter ego called the Dark Prince (voiced by Rick Miller), manifested by a voice within. The Dark Prince is cold, cruel, arrogant and sarcastic; he attempts to convince the Prince that he should strive to serve only himself, using his vengeance as a catalyst for his other emotions. On many occasions, the Dark Prince seizes control of the Prince's body and the Prince is fully transformed into a hybrid sand monster with abilities that allow the Prince to pass otherwise insurmountable obstacles.

Later, the Prince encounters Farah (voiced by Helen King), who is surprised that the Prince knows her name. Despite this, the pair begin to grow an entirely new romance together. The Prince eventually starts to ignore the Dark Prince, and begins to fight against the suffering of his people, which the Dark Prince had always spoken against.

In the palace gardens, the Vizier captures Farah and casts the Prince into an ancient well, where the long silent Dark Prince emerges once again and tries to take permanent control. The Prince desperately tries to resist the power, driving slowly deeper into the well looking for an escape, but he slowly weakens. At the bottom of the well, the Prince stumbles upon the dead body of his father Sharaman. He mourns for him, accepting the consequences of what he has done and wields his father's sword to resist the Dark Prince's power.

At the top of the Tower of Babel, the Prince confronts and kills The Vizier with the Dagger of Time. The Sands released from the Vizier slowly takes the shape of Kaileena, who cleanses the Prince's infection and disappears. As the Prince finds Sharaman's crown, the Dark Prince takes it and lures the Prince into his mind, where the two struggle until the Prince abandons his shadow. The game ends with Farah asking how the Prince knows her name and the Prince beginning to tell his story.

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Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time

Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time

Dastan, a street urchin in Persia, is adopted by king Sharaman after showing courage in the marketplace. Fifteen years later, Sharaman’s brother Nizam receives proof that the holy city of Alamut is supplying weapons to Persian enemies, and the princes — Dastan, along with the king’s biological sons Tus and Garsiv — are sent to siege and take over Alamut. Dastan and his friends breach into the…

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A good man would have saved lives, but a great man would have stopped what he knew to be wrong, no matter who was ordering it.

King Sharaman, Prince of Persia; Sands of Time (2010)

#quotes #thing I like #Prince of Persia #King Sharaman #Dastan #Sands of Time #Sands of Time movie

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New Moves - Dastan x (Fem)Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 3.600 

Warnings: Dastan loosing his shit over a chubby, curvy reader and mutual teasing happening. 

Summary:  A childhood friend of Sharaman and Nizam returns to the capital of the empire with his daughter. Dastan was still a kid the last time she visited the palace and things didn’t work out very well. Their reintroduction as adults becomes his chance to make things up when he realizes he can’t stop laying eyes on her. 

Glossary: Shatranj - Persian game, predecessor of modern chess. 

Inspired by ♫: Princess of Cairo - Eli ( I listened to this while writing,you may want to check it)

Notes: I wrote this for me, so expect some self indulgence lol 

The governor of the most prosperous of the distant provincial corners of the empire was a man chosen because of his strong connections to the royal family, but always enjoyed proving his capacity. He never stayed in the capital for long, unless his presence would be required for a matter of war. A complex and crucial task was commanded to him when the king put him in charge of that territory, one that required the maximum commitment. Seeing him with his family was rare, but on that occasion he was about to become the one asking his friend for a committed favor. The protection of his most precious treasure, his young daughter, who was coming to spend a time on the capital as an obligated step to become a fully refined lady. 

Garsiv and Tus had to practically drag Dastan to the receivement. He didn’t have fond memories of her and he was pretty sure she didn’t have any of him either. They both were children at the time of her last visit, and for most of it he remembered bickering to no end. The one positive thing about it was that, although he didn’t remember the exact cause, it didn’t start with her being demeaning to him due to judging his origins. It was surely a silly matter of children, but she left furious and he didn’t like to remember that. 

“ Don’t worry, little brother. I bet she doesn’t even remember it.” Tus was attempting to calm him down. “ It happened so long ago… Why would she care?” 

“ Yes, you annoy us everyday and we still love you.” Garsiv added.” I remember she was very curious about you at first. Whatever happened between you, it was probably a misunderstanding.” 

“ One that made her despise me so much that she never came back.” Dastan recalled. “ Don’t try to make it seem smaller, I bet she still hates me.” 

“ Give yourself and her a second chance. “ Tus insisted, trying hard to be the voice of reason. “ You aren’t children anymore, she must have matured as much as you.” 

Garsiv bursted into laughter, showing blatant skepticism for that claim and frustrating all the good intentions of his eldest brother. 

“ Let’s hope her maturity outruns yours and Garsiv’s as well, for the sake of us all.” 

Dastan had little to no hope about that encounter, betting only on making it as less awkward as possible. He was not good at hiding his emotions, already famous for intempestive reactions, but he knew he couldn’t allow himself to accidentally offend her again. When the time came Tus went ahead first, making him wait for his turn to approach alongside Garsiv. The woman he saw cheerfully saluting his eldest brother was nothing like he would have expected from the girl he remembered. 

Only a shade of her remained in the soft features of her face. Her hair was longer, her eyes were more vivacious, her lips plumper and those weren’t the only side of her that seemed fuller. She was an exuberant beauty, her curves were impossible to hide even in a modest dress for travel. Her round hips swinging with each one of her confident steps got him way more distracted than what he should have allowed himself to be. 

That was how the youngest prince of Persia found you at the edge of your second introduction. To shamelessly check on you may haven’t been his intention, but you could tell he did by the drastic difference between his reaction to you and his brother’s next to him.

“ … and these are my brothers: Garsiv and Dastan. “  Prince Tus was reintroducing you all. “ … you may remember them.” 

One was looking at you with a cordial smile and welcoming demeanor, the other one seemed lost for any sort of intelligent response. 

“ I do.” You simply replied, your glance oscillated between one man and the other. “ The best Shatranj player I have ever met … and the boy who used to complain about being left behind to entertain me based on our similar ages because you don’t have any sisters.”  

" That will not be a problem anymore." Garsiv spoke for him. " Tus has many wives now, the palace is full of ladies and you will find no time to feel alone." 

You smiled at him in approbation of his sayings, but your attention was quickly back in the silent young brother. 

The surprise was mutual, although you were better prepared. Fame had warned you about the man he had become. A ferocious, unstoppable fighter bards often compared to a lion in their poetry. His stories were being sung at every corner of the empire and rumors said women were falling at his feet, since he was claimed to be the most wildly handsome man of the royal house. 

Gossips and legends turned out to be true and you felt the pride of the pioneer seeing it for yourself. He was your first crush, a failed one, back when people only acknowledged him as the street kid adopted by the king. You used to be fascinated with him, but he barely paid any attention to you. A matter of boys maturing slower than girls, your mother secretly explained to you a long time ago. At that age, he was surely clueless of what your reactions implied and the particular way in which you used to like him. Besides, the life he had before finding a family probably kept him used to being ignored. Getting attention was completely new to him, even more coming from a girl of his age. He didn't know how to react and neither of you were in good understanding of the situation because crushing was new to you as well. It was the recipe for an awkward dísaster, remembering it made you very curious about the effect that the changes of time had on him. 

The man in front of you was better looking than what the guesses of your imagination expected and he was noticing you. 

" ... Dastan." You called his name softly. " I hope to not be as boring and annoying to you as last time. " 

The eye contact was intense enough to weird the outside witnesses. 

" Surely not, my lady. '' Dastan replied, attempting to sound polite. In barely a moment you managed to make him feel regretful. " Welcome back! It has been so long since those simpler times. " 

You chuckled and he followed instinctively. 

" Of course, we all have changed. " You agreed, getting back into a more composed self. " Do you still play, Garsiv?" 

" I do, although not as often. " the prince answered ríght away, hoping the tension between his brother and you would be over. " I switched the playing board for real strategy planning in warfare. " 

" Bring it back anytime, I will be waiting. " 

You were drumming your fingers on top of the skirt of your dress, involuntary reflex of your genuine excitement, but Dastan couldn't help himself from being caught by it. He felt very wrong for noticing a glimpse of how thick your thighs probably were underneath. 

" I hope you will join us someday for a round, Tus. I haven't had the pleasure of playing against you. " He heard you following the conversation with his brothers, not long before you were back at him

 " How about you, Dastan? Back then you used to be a beginner player, I remember that Nizam was instructing you and he used to watch us play... Have you been practicing?"

He felt some of his usual flirty cheekiness slowly restauring. 

" I'm full of new moves to show you, I will not disappoint this time."

The encounter with more nobles forced a distraction and you had to excuse yourself from the royal trío to salute other people. 

As soon as you were away from them, sibling bickering started. 

" What's wrong with you?" Tus nagged Dastan. " Instants before you didn't even want to show up and now this?" 

" Dastan is not in his ríght mind at the moment. " Garsiv pointed out. " Look at him, his head is empty." 

" I'm surprised, that's all." The youngest defended himself. " Tus was ríght, she became a woman... and she is a very particular woman." 

" Particularly beautiful, eh?" The eldest teased him. " We saw you, we have an approximate idea of what's going through that little empty head of yours." 

" Just a bit of advice: don't take her to a tavern full of your uncivilized friends. She would cause a scandal just for entering there. Quite a few unrefined men would express rudely the same things you are thinking about her developed body of grownup girl." 

" Her provincial life must have made her used to that, Garsiv. Our local savages are gentlemen in comparison to theirs." 

Dastan was getting tired of their different versions of lecturing him. 

" Are you two giving me dating advice for a woman we just met? The one who clearly remembers I was awful to her when we were children for some reason I am not sure yet?" 

" Figure out what happened and fix it. " Garsiv concluded. " From all of us, she seems excited about you the most. "

His brother had a point and he was aware of that. Unfortunately, Dastan didn't find as many chances to put the advice in practice because you became harder to find than initially expected. Since you were actively choosing to socialize in the circle of Tus' wives like it was suggested to you, the younger prince was deprived of chances of getting close to you during the first few days. 

Exchanging furtive glances in the dining hall was pretty much all he got around that time. He would often wink at you from afar, inviting you to come closer, but you would only smirk in return. 

It was driving him insane, ironically punishing him for the perceived mistreatment of the past. He had no idea of when it would be over, but he was growing desperate. You didn't seem upset, but you were enjoying yourself playing with him and he was foolishly following your games. Chazing you subtly, waiting for the ríght moment to prove himself to you. 

The occasional rounds of Shantraj could have been a good opportunity, if you wouldn't have challenged everyone else first. He was being left for last on purpose, he had no doubt of that. After your expected turn to play against Garsiv like in the old times, you asked to face Nizam. It didn't work out well, he warned you about that before starting, but you wanted to obtain from it more valuable outcomes than the round's results. Reminding him of when he used to play with your father as kids and get both of them to share once more the playing anecdotes from their childhood friendship. 

After that, the following round was against Tus. Dastan was sure he would be the next one and he came up with an idea while he was watching you play against his eldest brother for the first time. 

He would make sure you would be playing against him and he would make you bet, obtaining more than just vindication from the victory. The truth, you would have to explain yourself to him about the past.

You defeated his eldest brother, all your moves played with fearless precision. Your acts could have been perceived as insolence, but that didn't matter to you at that particular round. Humiliating the heir of the persian throne worried you way less than hurting the ego of his uncle. 

" Congratulations! You have proved yourself well versed in games. " Tus cheered you. " However, I would love to play a new round soon. I shall vindicate myself. "

You smiled in return, he was clearly not the sort of man that would feel dismissed with your victory. 

" Of course! And as we are speaking I want to thank you. I'm learning a lot from your wives, sir. All lovely women who have received me so kindly. " 

" Haven't us, the lords of the land, done the same?" Garsiv snarked, clearly aiding Dastan although more mischievously than helpfully. " You are welcome to join us anytime, not just for games. My sisters in law see you so often that they may start thinking you are about to join them permanently." 

The joke didn't suit you right. He noticed it and didn't insist with it. 

" My father wants to find me a husband in the capital, he is here for advice from his greatest friends and thinks i haven't notice it. " You calmly explained. " The province has become a dangerous place for me. Many men that want me, he disapproves. Many men I disapprove want me. " 

Dastan feared that could be a callout to him, but said nothing. 

" King Sharaman and Lord Nizam are being consulted about it as we speak. Yesterday I could have tried winning, but I chose not to. Never piss off the man that holds your destiny in his hands. " 

You were opening up the them for real and the younger prince was craving to comfort you. 

"  Fate it's yours to decide. " He spoke softly to you. " ... But if you ever need a defender to protect your will of choice, my mouth and arms will be there for you. " 

Tus and Garsiv stared at each other in a desperate attempt to stiff their chuckles. Their little brother didn't pick the best word choices for his phrasing. 

He meant he would support you with his words and actions, but it almost sounded like an ' i'm yours to take' sort of statement. 

" That's very sweet, Dastan." You humbly and sincerely thanked him. " Between us? I'm particularly worried about your uncle's opinion. The Shantraj game was my attempt to show him I want to stay on his good side." 

The three princes were amused by the implications of your confession. You, the overconfident girl who came one day to make Dastan go insane, were surprisingly afraid of their uncle. Scared enough to show vulnerability, to pause your silly game in seek of shelter from the danger. 

" Are you afraid of Nizam?" Garsiv asked. " For real? Since when? That's absurd! " 

" Darling, there is nothing to be afraid of!" Dastan followed him, seeking to calm you with the purest sweetness. " Tell me this... Are you afraid of me?" 

He was waiting for your answer with the cutest smile and you couldn't help feeling a bit weak for him. 

" No, not at all. " 

" Then don't be afraid of him, we are very alike. I aspire to be like him someday. " 

They weren't, not to you at least. There were certain things that you had kept hushed for many years, just like the secret of that old crush. 

" Are you going to ask me now what happened for real the last time I was here or were you planning to compete for the truth?" 

" She got you, little brother. " Tus mocked Dastan. " She still remembers you are easily vulnerable to challenges. " 

" I almost jumped from a rooftop following him once. " 

" ... And I would have certainly catched you in my arms before letting you fall, if you would have climbed there with me." Dastan defended himself again. " If you would have trusted me." 

" How? Even when I was slimmer, I was still too heavy for you to hold me."  

He stood up out of sudden and his brothers had the certainty that he was about to do something recklessly stupid. 

" Let me lift you. I'm sure I was strong enough then and I am even stronger now. " 

The proposal left you in weird disbelief. 

" Now that is truly absurd! Why does that matter now? " 

" If you feel safe in my arms, that means you were wrong about me; and if you were wrong about me you have to accept you can be mistaken about Nizam." 

It didn't sound any smarter, but your heart raced to the thought of being held in his arms. 

" Alright, but this has nothing to do with my lack of trust in your uncle's judgment. " 

You stood up in front of him with a challenging demeanor, willing to let Dastan try picking you up. To your great surprise, he accomplished it with ease.

 In the blink of an eye he was carrying you bridal style. Being so close to him in such a strange context may not have been the ideal, but it felt really good. The closer look to his gorgeous face, your body softly pressed against his torso while his arms were holding you tight

... and that damn irresistible charm of his...

It was a great move played against your resistance. 

" How are you feeling, pretty one?" 

You felt that tease to the deepest corners of your being. 

" Safe, indeed... But I bet you wouldn't be able to carry me around the palace." 

Dastan began to walk out of the room, no hesitation and no warning. 

" See you later, my brothers! I'm going to show her around." 

As simply as that, you both disappeared from their sight. He heard you chuckling all the way out, but the laughing stopped when you realized he wasn't pulling you down any soon. 

It was his first time in days to be all alone with you and you had gifted it to him accidentally, falling for his games. 

" It's alright, you proved your point and it has been very funny. You can let me go now.." 

" What if I don't want to?" He playfully commented. " Tell me the truth you owe me first." 

You were visibly annoyed, but couldn't stay mad at him. 

" You weren't the reason why I never wanted to come back, even when my father travels here often and I could have asked him anytime. " You began to explain. " It was Nizam." 

Dastan was looking at you like a confused puppy, but didn't interrupt you. 

" He was quite nice to me before, but when i started to seek getting close to you his attitude changed. I'm going to be completely honest: i had a crush on you. He noticed it and I think he was disappointed of me for that, maybe thinking that the daughter of a governor wasn’t good enough for you even when said man is his friend. I was little and it hurted me, not only because I used to like him. He used to look at us with sarcastic disgust … and then one day. I heard him when I wasn't supposed to, he said such horrible things about me. It broke my heart, I never looked at him the same way. The fact that he will be consulted in the choice of my husband scares me to death." 

He looked amazed, like if he wouldn't have paid any attention to anything after your ' I had a crush on you'. 

Neither of you knew your assumptions were wrong or could have possibly imagined that. Those horrible insults you heard from Nizam weren't meant for you. He didn't want Dastan near you. It was his adoptive nephew who he judged in the most demeaning way and not the other way around. 

" A misunderstanding with my uncle broke your heart, not me. " He summarized, as if he was trying to make it make sense. " I didn't behave at my best with you and I had no idea you felt that way for me... Are you still sure it wasn't me?" 

"You were merely treating me like a silly little boy dealing with an annoying little girl who wants to be around him all the time for reasons he doesn't understand. " You insisted, fairly justifying him. " You didn't catch a single one of my signals, but it was ríght there. I must admit it was a very frustrating first experience for me, Dastan." 

He raised an eyebrow, looking at you with skeptical curiosity. 

" Is that why you keep frustrating me? Hiding from my sight in the rooms of the women to punish me, making me crave to see you once more day after day."  

It sounded almost as if he was begging for it to be over. The light shade of sadness in his face was making you melt for him. 

" Can you blame me? You look so cute when I catch you looking at my chest. Short peeks when you think no one else is noticing, but I do... and you haven't got a chance of watching me dance yet! I wonder where your eyes will stop first then. " 

He released you immediately, carefully and securely as he promised. You could tell he was perhaps a bit ashamed. 

" Feel no shame, my prince. Until quite recently I used to believe mine was the most provocative chest in the empire." You softly comforted him, then started running your fingertips through the límits of his always partially open shirt. " Returning to the capital has opened my eyes." 

You were toying with his necklace, your eyes descending from his face to his chest and stopping there for an instant before doing all the way back. 

If you wouldn't have been in the middle of a hallway, Dastan could have been capable of taking off his shirt by himself for more of your attention.

" Look at you, disappointing Nizam all over again. " He teased you in a fake reprobatory tone. " You haven't changed at all. " 

" You neither, I bet you are still thinking about making me climb to that rooftop." 

The mention gave him an even better idea regarding the place of your old altercate. 

" Consider it from our current perspective. It's a distant spot where nobody would bother us and it offers an increíble view of the sunset." 

It was a date, you accepted the invitation carelessly for the plans for your future that were being discussed between your father and his friends. 

If Dastan was your fate, nothing and nobody would separate you from him. 

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[pedroam-bang]

Prince Of Persia: The Sands of Time (2003) - Remake (2021)

#2003 #2021 #gif #gaming #Prince Of Persia #The Sands of Time #Remake #Princess Farah #Farah #King Sharaman #Dagger Of Time #Azad

[hitchell-mope]

Wow. Harsh. But warranted.

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[streets-in-paradise]

Prince of Persia headcanons: Becoming Dastan's first wife

Warnings: No proofreading. The reader is female only because i had no idea of how to keep this gender neutral in the historical context of the persian empire

- You are the sister of one of Tus' wives and ever since she found out of your crush in Dastan, she practically promised you that someday you were going to marry him.

- For many years you have been sweetly infatuated with him and your pure devotion has been hard to hide. Surely you weren't the only one in the kingdom, but he had many chances of noticing you.

- He quickly grew a soft spot for you and it wasn't hard to guess why. You showed him a special kind of sweetness, more intimate than your usual. It was far beyond the simple act of admiring your prince.

- Tenderness that you saved only for him, even when you wouldn't make your feelings explicit. He could tell that you were shy and those small acts were your outlet.

- Awareness didn't make him love it any less, he couldn't help it.

- You would hold his hand if you were too nervous, but also get nervous if he would be staring at you for too long. You would compliment him a lot, but never dare to talk about his looks. You would cassualy bring him gifts because " i don't know, this reminded me of you". Once you got him flowers and he thought it was the cutest thing, but Garsiv mocked him about it.

- He even catched you composing an epic poem about one of his victories in war. You are actually good at singing and storytelling, you would have asked it to be sang at a feast if Nizam wouldn't have shamed you about it.

- Your attitude about his nephew annoys him and he is very sarcastic, so you were effectively disuaded. However, Dastan still begged you to show him your work and, despite you were embarassed, you did... How could have you resisted his sweet request?

- His brothers tease you, but they mean well.

- " Dastan, your future wife is here!"

" Stop it, Garsiv. You are making her nervous"

" My sweetest sister in law and my little brother... Wouldn't that be cute?"

" Not you too now, Tus."

- The thing is that, although he likes you, Dastan wouldn't act flirty with you because you are so sweet to him that he feels wrong for it.

- Bis flirts with you for him

- " You look lovely today, lady."

You would smile at him, as always

" Thank you"

" Honestly? If Dastan doesn't start courting you soon, i would... If that was possible, of course. What we know isn't"

- People joke because you wear your heart on your sleeve, but at some point the king himself starts considering you a fitting wife for his son.

- It happens when he finds out that you have joined Dastan in his walks through the city. Becoming prince didn't make him loose his roots and he still enjoyed of mixing himself with the people, even visiting the suburbs, and this is an aspect of him that Sharaman admires.

- The fact that you, born in nobility, aren't afraid of following his son there gives you a positive image. He knows that you weren't doing it for that, the king sees that you are humble at heart.

- Nizam was horrified when Dastan brought with you a bunch of kids from the streets to visit the palace. When you confessed it was your idea, you fully conquered Sharaman's simpaties.

- He would get you both engaged in the blink of an eye and you would be surprised to find out that Dastan isn't protesting against it.

- " I would understand if you don't want this. " You shyly purred at him when trying to comfront him about it. " Your father thinks he is doing the best for you."

Your assumption disconcerted him

" Who says he isn't?"

You smiled to yourself.

" Well, it was rushed... and your uncle isn't happy about it."

" Don't worry for that. Nizam has a severe temper, but he is a great man. Give him time and he will love you."

You seemed skeptical.

" I know what he thinks of me."

Then, you stopped talking abruptly and his glance searched for yours seeking to encourage you.

" I'm not ready to be a royal, i'm just a dumb girl in love with you."

Dastan held you in his arms like never before, rounding your waist.

" Do you want to know a secret? It's one I never told you before."

It made you chuckle and you were getting progressively lost in the radiant beauty of his face while waiting for his words.

" ... I can't wait to make you my wife."

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[streets-in-paradise]

If anyone complains that Dastan is whitewashed (he isn't), just remind them that Jake Gyllenhaal has Swedish ancestry and is biologically Jewish via his father

Sorry for the late reply, I saw your ask but couldn't type much untill now.

Regarding that, pretty much i simply don't care for people holding on those claims. I don't know enough about persian empire history to feel competent in the topic and form a strong opinion, but one thing is for sure.

He is a orphan and we have no idea of who his parents were, as far as we know he can come from anywhere. It's a very thin line and the creators made it doubious. I don't know how the prince looked in the games, but Dastan's backstory in the film is vague enough for him to come from wherever.

Tus, Sharaman or Tamina's casting may be more viable for criticism, but Dastan is a nobody that comes from nowhere. Yet, most of the time people seem fixated with Dastan when he is the most vague character regarding origins. Discusing if the persian king was whitewashed would make more sense than the character whose backstory is unknown.

How can you whitewash a character that has not known roots? That at least is a debatable point.

However, like i said before, i want to insist that no movie from that time period stands the test of time if we judge it with a modern moral mindset. Not a single one, all were problematic either in terms of race representation, gender or sexual diversity.

That's not going to stop me from enjoying those films because i don't lack of critical thinking skills. If we really want to get purists on the race issue, not even lord of the rings or pirates of the caribbean are safe ( asían coded evil men fighting for Sauron, the natives of dead man's chest)

Did people stopped watching lord of the rings or pirates of the caribbean? I don't think so, those films are still beloved classics.

Why should i stop myself from enjoying Prince of Persia, but i am still socially allowed to like lotr and potc? What is the measure? Who or what defines what is acceptable or not?

Jake Gyllenhaal not being iranian is not going to stop me from enjoying his portrayal of Dastan. I like the film, i like the character. It may be an old movie and have some issues, but it's still great to me.

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[streets-in-paradise]

Classic fairy tale, what would happen if a sleeping spell meant for somebody else (Sharaman, Garsiv etc) rebounded onto Dastan???

Hi!

Sorry for answering so late, i wanted to have the proper time to type.

Is this a fully classical fairy tale escenario? Like, the spell gets revoked with a kiss of true love like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White?

If that's the case, I think that it would take a while for his family to figure out how to bring him back from that state. Maybe they know it's magic because their healers can do nothing about it, although it's clear that Dastan is still alive.

Honestly, it's angsty but cute to imagine Dastan in the classical position of the sleeping princess while the kingdom mourns their incapability to find a solution. In Sleeping Beauty ( i'm having the Disney version in mind lol) there is some awareness of what to do from the fairies and from Maleficent, who tries to stop Philip from reaching Aurora to kiss her. At the same time, the fairies put the entire kingdom to sleep so neither the family or the subjects mourn the loss of Aurora.

I'm imagining Nizam as Maleficent, Tamina as Philip while Garsiv and Tus (and Bis, probably) are a non magical version of the fairies. Instead of the " everyone is putted to sleep", the brothers leave the capital in the search of a witch or wizard that knows the way to break the spell. They eventually get to one that reveals the solution.

In a Cinderella-esque move, Sharaman summons the most beautifull princesses of closer kingdoms and persian noblewomen in a desperate try to find the true love of his son among them, the one that would be meant to give him the awakening kiss.

Tamina is widely claimed to be the prettiest of them all, fame has practically turned her into a middle eastern Helen of Troy ( and this kinda also happens in canon. 85% of the dialogue from guys that aren´t Dastan regarding her is " omg she is so hot!). Most expect she would be the one in greater conditions to succeed, and that's why Garsiv is sent by the king to bring her himself. Bis begs to be taken in the journey out of pure loyalty to his friend, hoping to help in his salvation, and with a mix of his own men and Dastan's friends Garsiv forms the Company for the travel to Alamut.

However, Nizam also believes this and he sends some of the people who obbey him in hopes they would get first to the princess and bring her to him. The company of Garsiv is on a time race with them without knowing they are people sent by his own uncle to stop Dastan's awakening.

When Tamina is presented with all of this, she is in disbelief. She may be a priestess and knows lots of things about magic, but the fact that people assume she would be the true love of the prince of Persia just because she is pretty is...

Offensive, she wants to refuse at first merely because she is a really self aware woman and would screaming the ancient times version of a " how dare you to objectualize me like that!". Garisv is not good at being a humble requester and she gets easily infuriated. Only the heartfelt beggings of Bis, who tells her they are just trying to do the best to bring his best friend back, convince her of joining them.

She sincerely doubts she could make any difference. At least untill, after a dangerous journey with the Company sent by Nizam hot on their heels, they arrive to the persian capital and she contemplates the sleeping prince for the first time.

She gets the strange feeling of having seen that man before ( peraphs in a dream? yes, im stealing this from Disney's Sleeping Beauty) even tho she is just meeting him. King and princes are expectant, watching from afar in the same room begging to their gods for their loved one.

Dastan looks dreamy beautifull, lost in a peacefull but never ending sleep while the sun rays caress him from the window of the bedroom. The small crowd watching reminds her of how loved he is and she doesn't hesitate.

She kisses him and, only seconds afterwards, his beautifull eyes are open wide staring at her in confussion.

He feels like if he would have passed from one dream to another.

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