Mitra sat within the palace that belonged to the youngest of her three brothers. A young man by the name of Narseh. The man was chosen by the Roman Emperor to act as the next high King of the Persian people. Naturally, this was not something Mitra would tell the man, or else he would surely accuse of her treason, and rightfully so.
Instead, the beautiful young princess sat in her chair, while drinking a cup of fortified wine that had been imported from Rome to her brother's palace. The skin on her legs was exposed, as her tan skin glistened under the light of the moon.
There was a reason that at least one of her brothers was infatuated with the woman, and that was not only because of her natural beauty but also her personality that was akin to a femme fatale. Of course, the Persian Princess wore many masks, and around her brother Narseh, she played the role of an innocent and naïve little girl. One that compelled the man to protect her at any costs.
