Reserved #2.1

(Ill do it then, new art on my page btw)

Sol rushed through the streets, running from the guards. He didn’t understand. He just needed a bit of food to survive! And he was in trouble all because he didn’t have any money? Because no job would hire him due to his monstrous appearance? If anything, that’s who’s fault it was. Definitely not his.

The sultan's son, Alghira (it means jealous in Arabic, you're welcome ;3), happened to be walking around the market, in common clothes. This was to blend in, of course. He saw a hungry young man running, with guards on his tail. Alghira ran over, and the guards immediately stopped.

"Have you no shame? He's probably starving, just like everyone else around here! Spare the man, will you?!"

Sol blinked as he looked up at his savior. Why would the guards stop before a common peasant?

One of the guards sighed.

“Yes, sir...”

They retreated.

The prince rolled his eyes, taking an apple from a nearby cart and handing it to the peasant.

"Here."

he sighed.

"I swear, these guards have no knowledge of current events."

Sol carefully took the apple.

“...Thank you... how- why did they stop when you told them to..?”

He didn’t seem to recognize the prince. Then again, he had never even seen the prince before.

(...Welp, I’m gonna watch Aladdin now xD)

"I-I, u-um-" He stumbled over his words.

"...I have friends in high places... Let's just say I know the sultan."

Sol’s eyes widened.

“You know the sultan..?? That’s so cool!! What’s he like?”

(ooh yes-)

"He's... interesting. And kinda bipolar. I dunno, we don't talk often."

Alghira wasn't lying. Him and his father didn't talk much, since the sultan was always busy.

“...Wow... what I wouldn’t give to have ties with someone so powerful...”

Sol sighed in envy, getting up.