Arash led Nadira to a secluded arbor, the scent of blooming flowers filling the air. "The marriage arrangement isn't what it seems," he whispered, his voice urgent. "The Assyrian prince is not who he claims to be. He's a pawn in a larger game, one that could destroy our kingdom."
Nadira's eyes widened as Arash's words hung in the air. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
Arash's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with determination. "I've been working to uncover a plot to overthrow your father. The marriage is just a ruse to gain control of our kingdom's resources. If you marry him, you'll be sealing our kingdom's fate."
Nadira's mind reeled as the implications sank in. She felt a surge of determination. "What can I do?" she asked, her voice firm.
Arash's expression turned resolute. "I'll help you escape, Nadira. Together, we can stop this marriage and uncover the truth."