The games grew fiercer as the days passed, rising from tests of skill to matches edged with blood. On the third day, animals were loosed against men, and the field blazed with raw strength, agility, and hidden talents that belonged more to the battlefield than sport. The crowd roared at every clash, their voices swelling with admiration and fear alike. As always, Queen Inayat and the royals sat upon the dais, watching from their high pavilion. But today, Ayman did not descend to the field. His name was not called, and so he remained seated among them. For Aabroo, it was a secret delight. Her couch had been set beside his—whether by command or by fate, she could not tell, nor did she care. She rejoiced in the closeness, her heart quietly singing. Call her insane, but the smallest nearness made her spirit flutter. She lived on soft, fleeting joys, dreaming her love rather than naming it. She was untouched by the truth of what simmered in Ayman’s head—dark, raw, restless. Still,
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