The next day, we stood on the balcony, the city lights twinkling below us like a constellation of forgotten dreams.
It was a rare, peaceful moment, a brief respite from the chaos that seemed to dominate our lives. Karim hugged me from the side, his presence a comforting weight against the uncertainty that loomed over us.
He broke the silence first, his voice gentle yet firm. "There's something I want to talk about."
I looked up at him, trying to read his expression in the dim light. "What's it?"
Karim's eyes held a mixture of excitement and resolve. "I'm aiming to become the next Prime Minister."
I paused, processing his words. Then I hugged him tighter. "I'm happy for you. Congratulations, officer."
Karim leaned down to kiss me, his lips warm and reassuring. "Thank you, princess."
I nodded, my mind racing with the implications of his announcement. "So, are you resigning from your post as Major General?"
