Rayuwa
He laughed and asked me to sit and relax.
"I am sorry about your father." The Sarki said, sitting down. The young man sat beside him. He was tall and handsome. His skin tone, though not too light, was not too dark either; it was in between, and it looked perfect. He was adequately built, and I could see it from the sleeves of his shirt. He did not look macho, but he looked healthy and in control. He had brown eyes; they were soft and, at the same time, intimidating. He was a girl's dream in reality. This must be the prince, I thought to myself, but I dared not ask.
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