Zahra wiped her forehead. The heat was unbearable.

It was one of those days where the weather resembled hell fire.

“Are you leaving soon?” Darius leant against the doorframe.

He watched Zahra pack a small bag for the night.

“Yes,” Zahra looked up with a smile. “Grandfather even sent a Dress for me to wear.

I guess that whatever event I am invited to, it must be important,” she commented.

The said outfit lay on the bed. The stclair symbol the Titan was embroidered on it with gold threads.

The dress in itself was a work of art. Zahra grinned, running a hand over it.

“I can’t wait to wear...