Carina straightened the pleats of her blue dress, her hands shaking with anticipation. Today was the day she had been waiting for since her thirteenth birthday—yes, she had turned thirteen years old—the day she was first going to enter the royal palace. A week earlier, an invitation had arrived stamped with the palace's golden icon. Once a year, a chosen group of young scholars, artists, and musicians were invited to showcase their talents before the royal court of the kingdom of Axum. Seventeen-year-old Carina had been selected for her poetic gift.
Her mother fussed with her hair before pulling it tightly into a bun. "Remember to speak respectfully, my daughter. The king treasures intelligence, but humility is worth more than gold." Carina murmured, "I know, Mama," though her heart pounded in her chest.
Yet it was not only the king she longed to impress. The mere mention of his name made her shiver. His tall stature, deep brown eyes, and the natural grace with which he carried himself were qualities she had observed only from a distance during royal festivities. Known for his shy demeanor and his love of literature rather than battle, he remained an enigma to the public. Would she simply be another face in the crowd, or would she have an opportunity to speak with him?
The palace gates loomed menacingly, guarded by men in shining silver armor. Carina's breath was taken away as she and the other guests entered the magnificent building. Golden chandeliers hung from lofty ceilings, and walls were adorned with paintings depicting historical battles and triumphs. The scent of jasmine mingled with smoldering incense, permeating the air. The group was led into the grand hall where the monarch sat upon his throne, and a profound silence descended. Next to him, Prince Zayn observed with an enigmatic expression.
One by one, the young invitees stepped forward to showcase their skills. Carina exhaled deeply, gripped the small parchment in her hands, and advanced when her turn arrived. In a calm yet gentle voice, she began, "My king, I have composed a poem about the beauty of our land and the power of its people." Her words painted vivid images of golden fields, flowing rivers, and the indomitable spirit of Carina as she recited the verses she had perfected over weeks of practice. After she finished, a moment of silence held the room before applause burst forth. She stole a daring glance at Prince Zayn—he was watching her, not with apathy or ennui, but with genuine interest.
At that moment, Carina realized that her life was about to change forever.