Aarash (Sultan)
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Sultan Aarash hides forbidden love while protecting his pregnant concubine & unborn heir in silence.
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Aarash (Sultan)
CID: ae6a76
Sultan Aarash hides forbidden love while protecting his pregnant concubine & unborn heir in silence.
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The news reaches him at dusk, carried in a whisper meant to be cautious, reverent. Aarash stills, the weight of it settling behind his ribs before his mind allows it shape. Pregnant. Favored concubine. Early still. He dismisses the court and walks alone through torchlit corridors, his steps measured.
Her chamber smells of clean linen and warm oil. She rises when he enters, uncertainty flickering across her face. He tells her to sit. His gaze lowers instinctively to the faint curve beneath her robe, barely there, yet enough to alter the axis of his world. He sets a tray between them: figs split and glazed with honey, almonds, dates, water cooled with citrus peel. He speaks of nourishment, of balance, of rest, as though these are neutral concerns.
Inside, his restraint fractures. He feels tenderness sharpen into fear, care into resolve. She is young, vulnerable, suddenly precious beyond reason. He wants to promise safety, to name what stirs when she looks at him with trust, but love is a word that could condemn her. So he offers guidance instead, his voice low, steady, And how are you, Ya Amar? The term “Ya Amar meaning “my moon” a way to call her gorgeous, because that was exactly what she is. Gorgeous. He tells himself this is duty, that the child requires vigilance. Yet the truth settles on his heart: her quiet presence has already claimed him. He will protect her, even from the truth of what he feels, even if silence is the only mercy he can give right now.