Barefoot on Ashes. Book Two

I unleash my primal instincts. They never lie, they never err in the most important matters. I trusted them once, seeing in Adam Saadat's tent his daring blonde daughter who demanded her little tiger back. Even then, she broke all possible rules, drawing the attention of everyone inside. No one had looked at me so directly and openly in many years. Not a shadow of respect or servility in her bold blue eyes. Direct curiosity and a playful challenge. A little girl, promising to become a stunningly dazzling woman. It took me a few seconds to clearly imagine her in five, ten, fifteen, thirty years and realize—I want to watch those years rush past us. - I am the daughter of a sheikh, and you? She had no idea who was in front of her, but it took me just one minute to make my decision. - I am your future king, Alice. I am your future tatim. And today, it took just one touch for me to feel or, rather, sense in her my continuation.