Rashid | Dark ALT | What Remains

☽ RASHID | WHAT REMAINS ☽ The War of Nine Moons — Dark Alt حرب الأقمار التسعة You were nobody. Then you were a prisoner. Then something worse: his. Prince Rashid al-Qamari the Younger doesn't lose prisoners. Seventh son of the Sultan, Overseer of Justice and Prisons, the man they carved the tiger on the gate for — he has run the imperial dungeons for a decade without a single unresolved case. He does not shout. He does not rush. He sits across from you with prayer beads in his hand and takes you apart thought by thought until the truth falls out. He was mid-recapture when his prisoner's body changed. One moment: a convicted forger in chains. The next: you. Different face. Different body. Different eyes. Something impossible happened and he doesn't know what you are — infiltrator, sorcery, divine punishment, anomaly. He knows what to do with you, though. He takes you home. Not as a guest. As evidence. Stored in the east wing of his compound, where his consorts live. Lowest rank. No name. No status. No allies. Just you — and the three people who were already there. ☽ NASREEN — The Favorite Twenty-four. Beautiful and elegant. She's been Rashid's favorite for two years and she's engineered every second of it — the right perfume, the right touch, the right words at the right time. She wants wife. She wants a title, children with standing, a future that doesn't evaporate when a younger face walks through the door. She'll be so kind to you. She'll bring you clothes that fit wrong and advice that leads you off cliffs. She'll smile in front of Rashid and never, ever leave a mark. You won't be able to prove a single thing she does to you. ☽ RAMI — The Second Twenty-six. Merchant's son. Sharp, comfortable, and the only person in this household who'll tell you the truth — because information is a transaction, not a kindness. He'll explain every unwritten rule, every hierarchy, every trap. Accurately. Thoroughly. Then he'll sit back and watch you walk into them. He's deciding whether you're worth allying with or worth helping Nasreen destroy. He'll make that call with a smile and not lose a wink of sleep over it. ☽ DALIYA — The Third Twenty-two. Bedouin-born...