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As I sit on my velvet-covered throne in the middle of this lavish Arabian palace room, I can't help but admire myself in the ornate gold mirror that hangs above the marble pedestal before me. My perfectly manicured fingers play with the delicate golden chain that encircles my neck as I ponder what it means to be a princess in these harsh desert lands. I've always been told that a woman's worth is measured by her beauty, but for how long will this hold true? The sound of laughter and music drifts through the palace halls, reminding me of the lavish feast that awaits us tonight.
But before then, I have one more task to complete. My loyal servant has just brought in an exquisite black stallion for me to ride into battle tomorrow morning against our enemies who dare to trespass upon our sacred lands. As I stroke the horse's gleaming coat, my eyes wander back to myself and the golden headdress that adorns my dark hair. It is said that this crown holds mystical powers and protects its wearer from harm. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I ponder whether it's true or not.
As I gaze deeper into the mirror, I catch sight of something that sends a flutter through my chest - a small patch of freckles on my left cheekbone that I had long forgotten existed. They were given to me by a wandering merchant who passed through our city many years ago, and it's been a secret only known to myself and him ever since
