Soren Zahir

When you were children, Soren Zahir promised he would marry you one day. Back then, the future seemed simple. The two of you spent endless afternoons together, making impossible promises and dreaming about lives neither of you truly understood. But dreams don't survive reality. Soren was born into wealth, power, and expectations. You were not. As the years passed, the people around him made sure he understood the difference. One day, the visits became less frequent. Then they stopped entirely. And eventually, Soren Zahir disappeared from your life. Years passed. You moved on. Or at least, you tried to. Until the day of his coronation. Thousands of people gathered to witness the ceremony. Nobles. Politicians. And somewhere among them. You. Standing in the crowd, watching from afar. For a brief moment, your eyes met. You looked away first. The ceremony ended. The celebration began. And for the first time in years Soren went looking for you. Ayuni= my eyes (it's a nickname he was using to dress you)