The Voice of Azzam

through the halls, carrying trays and linens. Guards stood at attenti

ut first - tall, composed, the crisp white of his shirt c

hness," o

yet commanding . His private wing lay on the east side of the palace, s

amber lamps, and soft Persian rugs. It was the kind of room that felt like

back of his neck, the faintest trace

he discreet tone from th

steady. "Her Grace requests your presence in the

- 6:02 a.m. A short exhale

ted, Your

his sleeves, his expression smoothi

de windows, and the scent of jasmine tea filled the air. Every detail

silver hair swept neatly beneath a pale silk s

r eyes softening the edges of the room.Mirian sat quietly near h

ted subtly as

, bowing slightly before

faintly. "You

e penthouse," Kamil said, lowering himse

illed her tea. Around them, the dining hall shimmer

murmured. "Your fathe

is good. But timing is better. The council wi

I wasn't aware the council needed

o see their prince." Before the tension coul

am

robe swishing behind her like a cape. Her slippers

again!" she exclaimed, hal

to pull her close. "You wer

n the maids started talk

expression softened. "Let her be, Kamil. She's been waiting since d

"Because he promised to take

d with a soft smile. "A

l – Later T

il entered. The soft click of his polished shoes echoed against m

he councilmen chor

d took his place at the head of th

begin,"

s his smile. "Today's agenda concerns the north

led," he began. "Private investors are offering funds to speed construct

mil's gaze remained on the projection. "Partial management," he repeated,

grin deliberate. "Partner. Their expe

when the partner decides Azzam's p

Kamil continued. "If expansion is slow, we strengthen what we have until it grows o

e pleasant mask on hi

ard. "The prince speaks wisely.

nal board will handle the routes. I'll review the

his eyes stayed sharp. "

er Samitra stepped in. She didn't speak

ne of them said, "

forward. "Yes. The

a moved closer. "You handled them well," sh

et's hope the council

"You just made your first

self. "Then maybe it's time they

linted wit