I am making up a prompt because I am a rebel ## "why do you insist on making me struggle?" Khalazi - because I NEED more!!!
[You may rebel!]
No matter what she did, Shahrzad could not reach Khalid.
She had tried the windows. She tried the halls and the secret passages that linked her room to his. She snuck through the courtyard and hidden behind tapestries, and still she could not reach the caliph.
Jalal would find her, Despina would find her. Artan, Irsa, the guards, the maids; for all the times Khalid had said she was the equal of his soul, he had made sure someone would impede her from being at his side. There were secrets with him, deep festering wounds she had yet to uncover, and the fact he was locking her out made her want to find a way in all the more.
“You are not a treasure to be displayed. You are a mountain, a storm; I will not contain you as anything less but awe worthy, a Calipha. The world knows you are mine, but you are truly your own.”
Pretty words; Khalid had many and gave them to her like honey on her tongue, satiating her long enough for him to build these layers. A lotus.
“Why do you insist on making me struggle?” she muttered, taking a seat on the divan.
“Is that what I do?”
Her eyes shot to curtains that shielded the balcony, where he appeared like a wraith in the desert; her lips upturned.
“There was no meeting in the receiving hall, was there?”
“None at all.”
“You are an insufferable man.”
“Then perhaps you should teach me a lesson.”