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streets-in-paradise · 5 months

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Nightfall Enchantress - Dastan x (Fem)Servant!Reader

Requested by Anon

" hi hi, loved loved loved the Dastan fic btw. Was wondering if u could write another Dastan fic but with a maid who has a fake scar on her face that she puts on in the morning to prevent ppl taking advantage of her and Dastan sees her without it. tytyty and ty especially for writing for Dastan 😭 "

Hi! Thank you so much again for your sweet message and I hope you will enjoy this one too 😊

Warnings: AU were Tamina married Tus, the reader is her handmaid. ( Since Alamut has excellent make up artists, i thought introducing her like this would be great for the specific plot of the request) Fear of sexual assault experienced as a woman in the defeated side of war, reader is particularly sensitive about it because of her backstory.

Summary: After the persian invasion, your princess finds herself circunstantially forced to accept the marriage proposal of the eldest prince. Following her as loyal servant means you would be working for a different family and you are unsure of the protection they can grant you. By choice and chance, your kind encounters with the youngest prince start to modify your perception as he would try to show you that you have nothing to fear.

Note: This partially ignores the bigger conflict of the film. i'm borrowing the context it introduces as framework to develop a different thing.

Tags: @thorssweetheart

Orders were very clear and in any other situation, you would have fullfilled those with dedicated rigurosity. Tamina was sumitting the enemy to a proof of character, even during sujugation her wisedown exceeded.

Persians were threatening her life and that was an exception you couldn't tolerate, so you screamed against the sentence demmanding your princess' blood for the negatory to a political marriage to their future king. The loyal display of desperated concern deviated the attention to you for an instant.

" Eager to share her fate, girl? " Prince Tus mocked you, condemning the interruption. " The princess has choosen pride to be her demise."

Surprisingly for him, the extention of the threats managed to break her haughty resistance.

" STOP!!" She screamed, her tone yet sounding slightly softer. " ... She is like a sister to me."

Confussion awakened his curiosity, desire and greed probably mixing to the unexpected fact being revealed to him.

" Sister, you say? Well, that changes everything!" He sarcastically proclaimed, obtaining laughter from his crowd of soldiers. " If she is as fine as you, more than one arrangement can be made. "

In a matter of instants you were dragged closer so the Princes of Persia could inspect you, Tus presenting you to his brother as if you were a stolen item possibly about to be offered.

" Check her out, Garsiv. "

Excitement overcame the hot headed persian, lascivious smile on his face as he felt so close to possessing a smiliar beauty to take as wife. The claims of the princess made them mistake you for a noble and the richness of Alamut was such that you weren't distinguishable from one to the persian eye. Despite your looks were humbler than Tamina's, you were in all white and cloaked as most of the people from the temple.

A wiser observator could have realized that your clothing style matched with the princess' because you were her handmaid, her company servant, but there wasn't a single well oriented mind there other than hers.

Details were in his way to get a full visual. The hood had the covering support of your long, voluminous hair at the sides of your face. It was clear that Prince Garsiv wasn't precisely a patient man, but he paid the price of his arrogant approach. Once the hood fell back, abruptly and by his own hand, he stumbled with some unexpected imperfections.

A huge scar on the left side of your face going from your forehead to your chin, deforming what otherwise could have been a beautifull face. Your hair acted as curtain trying to cover most of it, but in his avid examination the prince made it fall back for full exposure.

The result wasn't of his liking,

" … Maybe Dastan would rather have her. "

More persian laughter followed his despective comment, but that didn't hurt you in the slightlest. In fact, you looked proud of humilliating the enemy by subverting his expectations.

Checking on the reactions you got with a satisfaction that was beyond their understanding, you noticed at least one man in the crowd not joining the mockery. Your glance collided with Tamina's in his direction for completely different reasons.

You were staring at him while she saw the dagger and wherever the sacred object would go, she would follow.

" Prince Tus … " Tamina called, her tone making him suspect a reconsideration. " Promise that the people of Alamut will be treated with mercy. "

The eldest prince seiled the agreement kissing the back of her hand with agressive passion, gesture that you found repulsive. While Garsiv was quite amused with your disgusted reaction, you barely cared because your eyes were following the sad confussion of the man keeping the dagger.

Most handsome man you have ever seen.

For a brief instant, his eyes found you and you smiled instinctively.

" I guess we still have to figure out what are we going to do with you. " The voice of Garsiv brought you back from the distraction. " I'm not sure you are Dastan's type."

He referenced the scene you both witnessed, the shade of dissapointment on the prince's face when comfronted with the beauty of the princess at the same moment it was clear that she would never be his.

The sad man was his youngest brother, the one to blame for the fall of the city.

" Actually, i'm her handmaid. We grew up together so i'm also like the sister she never had. " You clarified, pridefully. " One fact doesn't exclude the other, my blood doesn't matter when it comes to our affection. "

" Tamina must have had a solitary life here, i bet Tus will fix that. " He concluded, then proceeded to comment regarding the strange family bond " And I understand that better than what you imagine, girl. My little brother doesn't share my blood. "

Even if he wouldn't want you for himself, he was sure you could get along well with his adoptive brother. Despite it was most likely you were going to remain as handmaid of the bride after the wedding, your company could provide him comfort through the situation. While Garsiv just wanted to cheer up his brother, Tamina had her own private interests involved to consent your kind approach to him. His trust could grant her access to the dagger and you knew she wasn't going to toss aside her pride to win it.

Aside from all the interests involved, the first close encounter happened spontaneously. The melancholy in Dastan's heart was evident to anyone with a sensitive perception and despite all the destruction he caused, it sadden you.

The very first thing you did as soon as you were left alone with him was gifting him a small white flower you kept hidden in your outfit.

" For your heartbreak. " You explained while posing it on his hand. " If it works as consolation, I know Tamina well enough to grant you that she doesn't want him. Prince Tus is still unaware that he will have to prove his worth to her through the marriage if he really wants to get something out of it, and she is very demmanding. "

You managed to make him chuckle.

" I appreciate this, but my brother's marriage shouldn't be of my concern. " He pointlessly denied. " … And your princess is insufferable. "

The efforts for hidding his true opinion of the matter were slightly cute.

" Peraphs, to you, but she is beautifull. That's really all men need to loose reason. " You called him out. " Beauty turns men into beasts, brothers into enemies. It's a curse in disguise, they go blind of desire. "

He quickly noticed how your phrasing posicionated you as self perceived outside the concept.

" … And I suppose you think yourself beyond that. "

" Less gracefull girls don't have to worry about that. " You inmediately explained. " As a royal maid, it's a blessing. "

Unlike his brother, he understood exactly what you meant.

Wisedown of the streets, far away from the narrowed vision on a noble warlord's mindset.

" Less men inclined to annoy you and possibly hurt you. " Dastan continued, proving that understandment." … Or attention coming only from the ríght man. "

You weren't expecting that, too wise for a persian prince.

" I'm hideous and, for so, safer than my own princess. There are no arrogant warriors seeking to take advantage of me."

"Allow me to return the kindness you had with me, you aren't as repelling as you pride yourself in being. " He purred, sweetly approaching to caress your face. " I don't think this is a problem."

You shunned his touch with despair, terrified of it.

" I grant you that I'm nothing like those men. " He clarified, then smiled before proceeding to do what he considered was comforting you. " I could never hurt you ... and why would I do that? After you have been nothing but kind with me for no reason. I invaded your city and you gifted me a flower, it makes no sense in the sweetest way."

"Even enemies can show respect." You concluded. " And I firmly believe that simple acts of kindness can twist fates for good. "

For some reason you couldn't yet understand, your words seemed to had hit him deep.

" Me too." Dastan replied right away. " I'm pretty much the living proof of your philosophy, believe it or not."

You smiled and looked down for an instant.

" Your methods go against the persian warfare style, that's for sure. Sneaking inside the city instead of going for a direct clash? You fight like a greek."

He laughed, full loud chuckles that time.

" You can consider that kindness. " He explained later. " The attack that my brothers planned was going to be a massacre, so what I did was stopping it the only way I could."

Dastan sounded sincere and you knew he was, because he had no reason to seek impressing you. As far as you knew, his imposibility to marry Tamina darkened the triumph in his heart.

" I see you are not like them." You admitted out loud. " That's why I feel the treasure may be safe with you for now, as long as you don't let it fall in the wrong hands."

" You mean in Tus's hands?" He wondered out loud. " Are you trying to turn us against each other for your princess? "

You laid your hand in his, the one that still held your flower.

" You have good hands, strong enough to take a life but guided with the wiseness to spare it ... No hunger for unecesary slaughter."

He was enjoying the attention, you could tell he was flatered. When he noticed your glance descending, checking his frame, then stopping right at his hips he was full of himself thinking you were enjoying of the sight.

" The dagger in your belt is an ancient relique, keep it safe. "

Dastan didn't catch the full dimension of your warning, but the brief time you shared did manage to make him feel better. His best friend catched him smelling the flower and twirling it on his fingers a while after you circunstantially parted ways.

He did tease him over it, but believing it was a token of Tamina.

All what was left to secure the political marriage Tus seeked with her for not so political reasons was waiting for the arrival of King Sharaman. According to the estimations of Lord Nizam, the father of the groom was close and any matters of that sort had to be arranged by him. His blessing would determinate which one of his sons would marry the princess, not that she seemed convinced by any of them.

As a protective friend, you would advice the youngest was the best option. Not only he was keeping the dagger, you were rooting for him already. However, the fact that you started to like him made things difficult. It could be said you had trapped yourself in the very same situation Dastan was going through, only your case was considerably more hopeless.

Two persian princes trying desperately to avoid fighting for the princess of Alamut was one thing, but her handmaid laying eyes on one was simply unforgivable. The transgression it meant didn't matter to you as much as the breaking of your pacted scheme with Tamina to survive the fall.

It was too risky, you were safer the way you planned it. Even if you could make Dastan want you, it could only be for the only thing somewhat allowed between masters and servants. Once his fun with you would be over, every other man in the persian court would want to try you. Being a royal handmaid in Alamut implied being submitted to high standards, your purity was as unquestioned as the princess you served.

Before their invasion got to happen, you ratified her that you preferred death to persian hands and you intended to stick to that promise. Continuing your life of maiden away from the temple, watching her become a wife and remain by her side was what you had to do. If she had to marry Tus, then you were going to serve a persian family following the code of conduct established by the noble traditions of your city.

If she had to marry Dastan, your heart will break just a bit, but your goal of remaining intact would be stronger than ever. Invisible, undesirable to persian eyes, you were not only safer but way more usefull to the interests of your people and their sacred mission that couldn't be interrumpted.

The main supply for your facade was still inside the temple, left behind accidentally in the confussion. Nightfall had made you aware of that, when your dear friend helped you to clean up your face for a proper rest that was circunstantially delayed. Sneaking in hopes of recovering the valuable loss was the only solution, since it was most likely that persians already pillaged all the storages. The place was under their control, so reaching the temple unseen was nearly impossible.

Not to you, or at least you thought so.

In the middle of the road you wanted to move forward, but someone made it impossible. Dastan, pretending to just be going for a walk, was clearly awaiting for the end of your day serving the princess. You weren't scared anymore, but that didn't mean you wanted him to see your clean face.

Twice he begged you to stop and you acelerated the pace, but there wasn't going to be a third one. His strong arms trapped you and stopped your every movement for an instant before you began to struggle.

" Calm down!" He exclaimed prior to defending himself. " I'm not going to hurt you, i just want to talk. "

You believed him, but that didn't make you stop.

" Not a good time, let me go. "

Dastan held you tíght, making you perfectly able to feel his body against yours even if he didn't seek so.

You were like a precious load, not a prisoner. The struggle turned out in his favor on the worst possible end: your hood fell back. Exposed once more, you could only look at him with a wondering expression.

Inmediate mesmerizement was what he felt looking at your real image for the first time, he simply couldn't believe his eyes. His lips parted with pure amazement, to what you were only smiling innocently as if you tried to excuse yourself from the scheme.

What kind of miracle was he witnessing? Not only your scar was gone, your face looked completely different. The sweet woman he had already considered quite pretty regardless of her specifical flaw was in fact a divine beauty, her natural grace had nothing to envy in Tamina's.

" I hope you won't believe now that i'm a desperate slave girl. " You recalled, aware of the princess comments on who she imagined were the girls that Dastan preferred. " I didn't meant to be seen like this, even less by you."

Dastan wasn't thinking clearly, bitting his bottom lip furiously as if he intended to keep his mouth shut before he could try to kiss you.

" You are … breathtaking. " Was what he finally managed to say. " The most beautifull woman I have ever seen. "

It made you smile, then look down ignoring that the shying gesture would make your eyes land on his chest giving the compromising position.

" It's a secret, one more i'm asking you to keep. " You started to explain. " Only the priests and my lady have seen me like this. "

The revelation was a bit frustrating to him.

"How? Why?" He wondered out loud. " That's so unfair … you are so beautifull I could cry! "

Although you tried to keep serious, you couldn't help chuckling.

" It's a long story … "

He wasn't going to leave you untill his curiosity would be satisfied.

" I have all the time in the world. "

" Remember what I told you, about the dagger? " You attempted to approach the topic from an already established point. " There is real magic in Alamut, that we can sometimes combine with other great skills we have developed. Among other things, the city has excellent artists of the appearance. Tamina's looks are a reflect of that, the religious symbols on her skin are painted every single day and removed by nightfall ... and so do my scars. Experts of all sort downgrade my looks into what you have meet."

" Under your princess orders, surely. " He wrongfully accused. " I bet that arrogant spoiled girl can't handle having a servant as beautifull as her. In my humble perception, peraphs even more. "

You couldn't let him trash the reputation of your beloved princess.

" It's not what you think, Tamina has been wonderfull to me all my life. There has never been any sort of envy between us, she is my protector. "

" She forces you into a disguise because her beauty reflects her nobility and yours can't question it. " He insisted. " Not being born a noble doesn't erase the fact that you have the face of a princess and the heart of one. "

" You don't know what you are saying, I submit myself to it willingly and I have valid reasons to do it." You cutted him off. " I don't expect you to understand it, even when you seem more open than your brothers."

He lifted your chin so your eyes won't escape his.

" Then explain me, because without it, this seems an act of cruelty from the princess and i believe it needs to end. "

You tried to escape from his touch once more, out of shame regardless of your enjoyment.

" Alamut thrives to stay pure, away from any sort of corruption, but years ago an execrable act was commited on its holy ground and i'm its product … My mother commited suicide after giving birth, she couldn't stand the shame, and I became an orphan. Kindness stopped the regent from abandoning me to the fate of orphan girls outside the citadel, of ending up just like my mother."

Dastan knew what you were talking about, girls living in the streets would sooner or later get sold to brothels. You were born from rape and feared that as a mark of fate chasing you.

" The priests consulted the omens and they were amazed. They recommended I should be given to the princess to flourish with her because they knew that I would become an exceptionally fair girl. My innocence was proven in that prophecy, believing beauty was a sign of blessing showing the gods weren't blaming me for what happened. "

" I could totally believe you were blessed by your gods." He sweetly praised you. " I still don't understand how you weren't made a princess."

" The royalty of Alamut is strictly dynastical because it's the sacred keeper of a mystical secret. " You simply explained. " They didn't need to make me one of them in order to protect me."

" I'm an orphan made prince, the king gave me a family after watching me save my friend." He pridefully confessed you. " He could have made me Garsiv's servant, but he didn't. I'm a prince, his son, and his birth sons are my brothers."

" I'm a handmaid loved as a sister of the princess and that's enough for me. " You concluded. " When we realized we weren't little girls anymore and the eyes of men started to turn on us, Tamina promised me she wasn't going to let me suffer desecration. Together we elaborated this scheme. I have been wearing the fake scar since then, but I have asked to be made uglier on purpose when your army arrived to our gates because I knew your savages would end up fighting over who should steal my purity. Even without her artists, Tamina can still help me to create the disguise, but I need the supplies that were abandoned on that temple or otherwise all the persians will see me like this tomorrow morning"

There was real desperation in your voice tone at the end of your tale and it broke his heart.

" No more hidding. You won't need that anymore, because now I'm promising you that the bastard trying to lay a hand on you will fall by my blade "

He took your hand and kindly kissed your knuckles: a deal of prince.

" Would you protect me from your brothers? Or your friends? "

The mere implications were incredibly misguided.

" They are all good men, you just have to give them time and a little bit of trust. I know the enforced marriage on your princess doesn't make Tus look good, but he isn't like that. Neither are Garsiv, or Bis. If you trust me, you can totally trust them."

" I didn't trust you this willingly." You reminded him. " It was an accident."

"For much you struggled, I could tell you feel safe in my arms." Dastan commented, sensation that you shared. " And that is alright, the tragedy of your family is not a birth curse forcing you to hide from the world. We make our own destiny, my fair friend. "

The persian prince craved to kiss your lips, but he self restrained and kissed your forehead instead. Chaste display of his growing, intense affection on tone with the conversation. He liked you and could tell you felt the same, but rushing steps was counterproductive.

If he wanted to do things right, he had to start by making you feel safe beyond the promise of physical protection. He had to show you there was nothing to fear because, once living among them, the fierce persians weren't precisely the rouge barbarians in your nightmares.

On the next morning, you were cassualy re-introduced to everyone. Dastan asked you to accompany him on a walking tour arround the place in your role of local that knew the new territory better than him. During the occasion you told him bits of the local legends, and the saftest part to share of what you knew about the dagger hoping the fading of his skepticism would make him able to understand he had to give it back to Tamina.

She would get it as a wedding gift, he assured you, implying his intentions with her were over.

Your return granted a good oportunity to put his idea on practice, since Bis was already desperatedly looking for him under orders of the princes. When they looked at you, the three men were wondering if the thirst of battle had severely modified their perceptions the day before.

" Garsiv! So nice to see you, my brother! " Dastan saluted him, about to friendly mock him. " I accept your offering, the royal handmaid of Alamut is the finest company arround."

" What kind of sorcery is this? " Tus asked for him. " Her face is flawless."

" Cosmetic art, only applied in reverse. During daylight I show myself in disguise and the secrecy of night reveals my true face. " You defended yourself, ignoring the magical aspects in the questioning. " I turned myself undesirable to escape your men, but your clever brother discovered the scheme and this is how I really look like."

The regret on Garsiv's face was a perfect parallel of his initial dissapointment.

" You beautifull deceiver, i'm bafled. " He replicated in a slightly huskier tone." Is it too late to correct my mistakes? "

You answered with a cordial smile.

" The humilliation didn't hurt me in the slightlest, it was exactly what i wanted. Your disdain convinced your soldiers of staying away from me, I played you … Why should I be upset? "

The answer pleased him.

" If you put it in those terms, i guess you do believe in second chances. "

He was trying to keep it up with some uneffective flirting, but he wouldn't be the only one.

" My lord, with all the deserved respect, it's still important to remember she is beneath a man of your rank and prestige " Bis interrupted, then approached you. " Wouldn't you rather pick a humble man that would give you everything he has? Which isn't much, by the way, but for beauty like yours I would give it all. "

The surprise made you chuckle.

" Dastan should keep her, he discovered the secret. " Tus commented, amused by the situation. " Surprisingly, he is the only one she couldn't deceive. "

" Stop, all of you, before you start scaring her for real. " The youngest prince complained, then redirected his attention to you once more. " Still afraid, my nightfall enchantress? "

The threatening aspects had faded, at least two persians had humilliated themselves for you.

" Not so much, I believe peraphs we had mutually misjudged. "

Dastan had the last word, and his reason was the most convincing of all.

" I never did, I thought you were beautifull from the beggining. "

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streets-in-paradise · 5 months

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A Fair Trade - Dastan x (Fem)Reader

Warnings: Heavy flirting, sexual tension. Reader is named to avoid an overuse of y/n. I picked for her my favorite arabic girl name and she uses arabic pet names, mostly but not only, on Dastan. ( Apologising in advance if my translations aren't accurate)

Summary: The Valley of the Slaves harbours many secrets behind the horrifying legends, mere facade for an illegal gambling establishment ran by the greediest man Dastan has ever meet. Deprived of everything since the arrival, he is perfectly aware of needing material help of the owner in order to continue the journey. Chances seem highly improbable, but the beautifull daughter of the Sheik shows an intense predilection towards him.

Note: The father - daughter dynamic is chaotic and hilarious. I loved it more than what I initially expected.

Arabic terms: Habibi - My love

Waseem - handsome

Ghalibi - My conqueror/ the one conquering one's heart

Baba/Abbi - dad, father

Tags: @thorssweetheart @halesfavoriteharlot @axelwolf8109

The Valley of the Slaves was nothing like the tales described, those were the carefully developed cover of an illegal paradise for gambling ran by a greedy trader Dastan needed to somehow associate himself with if he wanted to get out. Exchanging Tamina for his safety was a start, but in order to continue the journey he required of aid and leaving on good terms could facilitate things for him.

Reminding some of the lessons found in his lost life of prince, he proceeded like he was taught to do when trying to seal a political deal with a foreign ruler. Expressing enjoyment of being shown arround, praise the land and pretend to agree with everything he would hear. It seemed to be working just fine, but Sheik Amar had his own sort of intempestive reactions keeping him second guessing.

The initial good mood had run out for reasons beyond Dastan's understanding. While doing his pridefull exposition about the many secrets of the place, Amar had also been doing a subtle visual search for someone who seemed absent and this fact enraged him.

" WHERE IS LEYLA? " He interrogated the first men at his service that he found on his way. " CAN'T YOU WATCH OVER HER EVEN ONE BLOODY TIME? DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING HERE? "

Seso was not far behind him and the yelling made him chuckle, amused by a scene that seemed common to him.

" She must be doing promotion. "

The guess ruined his fríend's mood even more.

" Don't be so mean to her! She is a good girl, you just never give her a chance. "

The sudden softness made Dastan suspect he cared for the woman being mentioned.

" FIND HER, NOW!!!" Sheik Amar ordered. " C'MON!"

It was a perfect time to win his simpathies by being the hero, so the errant prince followed despite not being sure of what he was stepping into. The men were getting away of the race track searching the slightly calmer spaces bordering it and he remained behind for an instant, untill the sound of music began to guide him in the ríght direction. He trusted his instinct on it, but what he found wasn't the endangered girl needing of a rescuer that he hoped for.

A ravishing young woman dancing to the improvising of a darbuka player with a crowd of men loosing their minds for her. She seemed to be having the time of her life pampering the ones willing to pay better with her brief attention. To stop staring at her was impossible. Her twirls, the gracefull movements of her arms and legs accompanying her sensual responses to the percussion going strongly on her hips, chest and waist.

So shamelessly sensual that Dastan felt a bit flusterred when her glance found him, regretting so badly not having a single piece of gold to give her.

That didn't matter to her, or at least not like it did for the other costumers. Advancing in his direction in delightfull pacing meant to display her sharp hip movements, she showed him a preferential free treatment that he wasn't expecting ríght away. The foolish smile on his face only encouraged her, regardless for what that could cause in all the others.

Proximity lasted for an instant, but the sight was mouth watering and the lascivous smile she gave him felt like a mark of fire. Dastan licked his lips and instinctively took one hand to his belt, suddenly remembering the dagger.

He could have forgotten of his own name looking at her.

Before he could regain concience by himself, the precise flight of one of Seso's knives dispersed the crowd and abruptly ended the show.

" Ya Abbi!! " She called, contrastingly sweet demeanour as she noticed Amar ríght next to the knife thrower. " Look at all the gold i just made! Aren't you proud of me? My business is going great! Now i won't have to bother you the next time i want to get something nice for myself. "

Mentioning profits was her attempt to distract him, but it didn't work as expected.

" What you need is to control your overspending, not shaming yourself like this. "

She didn't take the callout, but pretended to be dissapointed.

" So much of you calling me your princess, your jewel, where is all of that when it's about investing in me? "

Twisting business language was a dangerous discursive operation, since he had the perfect comeback for that.

" Investments have returns, Leyla. "

" Or you are just cheap, and i'm sick of it! " She angryly replicated. " I'm doing something I love and people pay me greatly for it. "

" People talk, they say all kinds of things about you. " He warned her in a sweeter tone. " Unfair things, they claim my daughter is an easy girl."

Seso looked at Dastan and in his gesture he understood all he needed to know.

That stunning girl was the sheik's daughter and the gossips about her weren't entirely wrong.

" Everyone loves a good story. " She defended herself quoting her father. " We know better than anyone how false rumours tend to be. "

Tranquilizing words and her mask of innocence made Amar's softer side win.

" I know you mean well, but I have girls working for me controlling the crowd for a reason. " He reminded her, softly caressing her face. " My business doesn't attract the most honest clientele and you are the most beautifull girl this place has ever seen. They will take advantage of you for being so carefree. "

" Ohhh, he worries for me!!! Isn't he the sweetest?" She lovefully commented, then hugged him. " I love you, Baba."

Her tenderness ended the discrepancies.

" I want ten percent, for the fright you caused me. "

Leyla kissed his cheek, then bargained.

" Five, I share profits with the drum player. "

They shared some complicit laughter, fully relaxing after the moment of tension had passed, which was a peculiar way of expressing their unity as family.

Only then he noticed the furtive glance of the stranger following her.

" What are you looking at, persian? Don't make me regret our agreement."

A sudden terror made him stutter trying to excuse himself, but she helped him out with more displays of her charm.

" Forgive him for the scares." She calmed him while approaching. " Are you lost, waseem? Men like you don't pass by often, you are a blessing to the sight."

He smiled nervously, too aware of the vigilant stare of the father.

" You are a wonderfull dancer, that was a fantastic show. My only regret is being a bit short on currency to properly retribute. "

She was then in front of him, shamelessly toying with the necklace visible due to the open shirt exposing his chest.

" For you only, I accept alternatives. "

" He traded me a girl for his head. " Amar interrupted, ruining her flirty undertones on purpose. " He has nothing of value. "

The claim didn't convince her.

" I'll determinate that. "

Her hands were over him before Dastan could get to say a word, roaming in pretended search for valuable items.

It was only an excuse, the touching itself was the expected payment. Her search felt like the teasing caress of a lover, avid hands stopping for instants in the places she liked more. Awkward context aside, the persian was more than happy of letting her play with him like that. While one hand was underneath the shirt, the other travelled back to give his ass an imperceptible squeeze that the others won't notice,but he would feel.

The enjoyment ended when she reached his hips and the finding of the dagger made him flinch.

" Don't worry, I won't take your weapon. It's dangerous to go unarmed and I don't want you to get yourself hurted. " She purred close to his ear. " Pleasure to do bussiness with you. "

She turned back to her father for her conclussion.

" You were ríght, Baba. His pretty face is all he has left. "

And with that, she briefly leave them to arrange the profit split with her actual business partner.

Dastan foolishly waved at her, completely enchanted.

" Lovely girl! She grows on you very quick. " He commented to the father in order to excuse himself. " I already love her! "

Amar seemed more cheerfull than angry,

" Of course you do, she is precious as a jewel." He replied, with the pridefull trust of a loving father. " Do you have any idea of how many misserables like you make me terrible offers for her every week? I kick them all out. They come at me bargaining as if I wouldn't know how much she is worth. It's them who spread those rumours to lower the price. They discredit her morals, her suitability for marriage, because I didn't give her the ideal life for a young woman given the business i'm in … What is completely unfair: i may be slightly dishonest, but she is wonderfull. Look at her, can you believe I made s girl so fair? Part of that beauty came out from me."

Reading between línea, it meant his pride of parent was mixed with a certain frustration because he couldn't yet fool someone into marrying her paying the full price of the probably very high dowry he demmanded even tho nobody else believed she could be a good wife. Dastan kept the thing going to please the host, talking as if she was the princess of that land of renegades.

" She is stunning … and so well behaved! Very well mannered. "

His words had a fraction of truth: she behaved very well for him. Dastan's numbed senses already adored her treatment. She had groped him with unbelievable skill, managing to surprise him even after what he saw and he knew the subtle, sensual encounters were not going to stop. Leyla would take every little chance of her father's cheerfull distractions to get what she wanted.

To the runaway prince's luck, what she wanted was him. For the first time in a good while, things were working fine. The gorgeous girl was very good at persuasion and she would take his side because she wanted him. From the moment that she saw him, an instant and undeniably mutual attraction.

Warm, soft hands rounding him from behind warned him of her presence as he watched the ostrich race.

" Leyla! " He sweetly greeted her, slightly surprised. " Do you need me to leave you a good spot to watch?"

She chuckled, approbing his following of her game.

" I'm good like this. "

The great excitement he would typically get from watching the races made her father temporally careless for the touching.

" Don't grow too fond of him, dear. " He warned her, keeping eyes on the track the whole time. " Remember that the last girl who did works for me now."

It didn't take too long for her to end up meeting the so commented girl. For most, she tried to remain silent merely observing the persian's reactions in an attempt of checking if she could be potential competition. Despite she had to admit she was very beautifull, her disastrous work performance made her laugh.

Too arrogant for a slave girl, and she didn't seem to have worked a single day of her life before.

Her disdain and lack of interest on performing didn't bother the new master, however, who seemed happy with the new adquisition.

" You know? I think our little arrangement is going to work out very well, young man."

The girl clearly couldn't handle it, the approach of men that were thristy in more than one sense of the term was too much for her. Laughter was not long in coming from the men when she threw the contents of one glass at a man's face.

" She is a lovely one! Where did you find her?"

" In the slave market of Lurs." The persian explained. " I was heading to Avrat, tried to trade her for a camel when she attacked me."

" The camels are safer."

Leyla agreed with soft chuckling, trying to get the handsome stranger's attention back on her. Her suspicious observation about the slave got some sort of confirmation, since there were pieces of his story that didn't fit. Even the most rebellious of slaves wouldn't behave like that, she acted as if she believed herself too above the tasks that was assigned for her. Beyond disdain for her masters, her reactions showed the typical repulsion of a noble for the underclasses.

He was lying, but she dismissed it hoping to see how far he was going to get. All she wanted then was to keep him, so she distracted him trailing a few pecks on the side of his neck.

" You are not going to miss her, I will take care of you."

Fear of the father overcame his desire for the daughter and he escaped her grip to finally present his request for a deal with him before she could get both of them in trouble.

" Noble Sheik Amar!" Dastan called in a flattering tone. " I appreciate your hospitality, you run a fine establishment, and the beauty of your daughter is a comfort for my senses punished by the desert ... but if you could give me the supplies..."

His luck had ran out, and the trader had lost his patience. The soft caressing of the girl was replaced by his firm grip keeping his jaw still as he threatened him.

" You know something, Persian? You bear a remarkable resemblance to the disgraced prince who fled after murdering the king."

Laughing nervously in a quick observation of the faces arround him as soon as he was released, the prince knew it was time to run and he tried so, but was easily stopped.

To an order of the Sheik, Seso threw a knife that got the sleeve of Dastan's coat stucked in a pole and Amar didn't loose the shot to taunt him.

" Did I ever tell you about the Ngbaka? "

The persian prince agreed with resignation.

" Yes, you did."

He was surrounded of enemies, only Leyla kept looking at him with excitement, careless for the implications of the crime but delighted to the mention of his lost nobility.

Her father kept rambling while she silently evaluated the situation.

" Yeah, nothing beats a good story, eh? But yours however, trading her in for a camel, please! I mean look at her, she's worth at least two! "

He was taking the time of showing him how much of a terrible liar he was at the same time the warrior was about to point a knife to his throat.

" And as for you, young man, do you know your brother's offered a reward for you? Which quite frankly between you and me, borders on the obscene! I'd trade in my own mother for that kind of gold."

Seso gave him a surprised reprobatory look.

" What?" Sheik defended himself. " Oh you didn't know what she was like."

Fed up with the whole thing, he just wanted to get rid of the persian and collect the gold.

" Take him to the persian outpost."

Leyla leapt to the young man's defense, shielding him with her frame so Seso could not finish to fullfill the command.

" I can't allow it. I like him, Baba! For real! " She explained herself, more or less claimed to be trully infatuated with him. " And you never let me keep anything for myself, it's so unfair! "

She turned back, sweetly smiling at Dastan like a crushing girl offering herself to her love interest.

He smiled back, partially as acceptance but also out of will to escape the already growing rage of her father and his plan of handling him to get killed.

" WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU ARE GOING TO COST ME A FORTUNE! " Amar yelled, somehow shocked because he couldn't imagine she would have done something so stupid. " NEXT WEEK YOU WILL FIND ANOTHER ONE, DO YOU THINK THAT I IGNORE YOUR WAYS WITH MEN? I CHOOSE TO TURN THE BLIND EYE ON YOU! "

The release of honesty didn't upset her.

"I will not see a single piece of that gold anyways, you will hoard it as you always do."

Another argument started as he tried to convince his daughter of following his plan, presenting it as a convenience for both of them that she wasn't seeing.

" That's not true! I know, I'm not supportive of your spending habits, but with that treasure in our hands I will not have to worry for that anymore! " He reassured her. " Baba will spoil you with it, as you have always deserved. Fancy dresses, fine jewels. Do you want a pretty boy? We will get you one in the slave market, as good looking as him, no matter the price. "

The offer seemed to have tempted her, but none of them could tell if she was just taunting them.

" But I want him." She simply replied, caressing Dastan's chest. " and that I won't get if you give him away."

The young man entered their game hoping to save his head.

" Leyla! My flower of the desert! " He praised her with all his charm. " I knew I could count on you."

" It won't be for free. " She quickly clarified him. " What can you give to beat his offer?"

Angry as he was, Amar was still very proud observing her cleverness for business in action. He had raised her well, no matter what the mean spirited gossips claimed. She had what it took to defend herself in life.

" Anything your heart desires, my love. " Dastan assured her, his tone sweet and sensual in equal amounts. " Whatever it takes to keep you pleased. I have to leave so I can clean my name, I didn't actually kill my father like you must have heard. Once that would be clarified, only your wildest dreams would be the limit to what I can give you."

It pleased her and he tought himself keeping the upper hand for once, but she had it better on negociation experience.

" Marry me." Was her final price. " Get back that crown and make me a persian princess so we can offer Abbi a greater reward than the one already waiting for him."

" Risky investment, I prefer the quicker profit. " Her father objected. " Even if he isn't lying again, he can fail and I loose everything."

" If he succeeds, you get a lifetime of immeasurable richness as father of the princess. " She striked back. " Persian luxury, payback for the looting of the bureaucrats. I will marry into fortune, like you always wanted! And into the wealthiest family in the world! "

He began to hesitate, it was too good to not reconsider even for an instant.

" What do you say, Habibi? " She asked back at Dastan. " Everyone knows your story: the street kid made prince! I doubt our union would surprise them, the mere fact that you got crowned challenges the structure of their privilege."

He was as shocked as he once was when the chance of marrying Tamina was presented to him by his father. If he would be there, he would probably say that both women and their complete opposite personalities symbolized the two halves of his being. The princess, once offered to his adopted prince persona, and the dancer of treader family, so in tone with the part of him that was a birth member of the lowest underclass.

" Father may get on board for the gold, but I'm doing it for you." She softly clarified at the end. " You have won me over, my Ghalibi."

She made him feel things, but in such dubious situation he could only provide a dubious answer.

" It's a fair trade."

Leyla interpreted it as a yes and she clinged to him for a passionate kiss seiling the deal.

The desired moment took him by surprise and, while enjoying it, he let himself go before he could remember to protect the dagger.

" A guarantee for my investment." She triumphally explained, toying with it. " It's the only valuable thing you carry and I'm not going to be such a fool of just assuming you will keep to your word. "

Desperation began to overcome him, but he tried to dissimulate it.

" It's nothing, totally worthless. It may look valuable, but it's not."

He could fool the world, but not her. She had felt him watching over it the whole time whenever she would grab his hips.

" You are too defensive of it, for a simple knife." She called him out. " If you care soo much for it, you will come back."

The time being offered to him was a lending, and he was not going to explain her how loans worked.

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