Azim leaned against one of the palace’s pillars, holding his head in his hands. He didn’t know what had gotten into himself, but he found it harder to keep himself from falling in love every time he saw Prince Achmed, no matter how many times he’d done it before. His face flushed pink as he began melting right then and there: Achmed had said thank you to him! For all the times he’d let him down, he was thankful for him! Azim didn’t know if he could make it to his bunk before he was a mindless mess of emotions.
“Guards!”
Azim stood up straight as Achmed turned the corner to his corridor.
“Yes, my liege?”
“I require my songbirds, for they must lead us into this legendary battle! And…Azim, what is wrong with your face?”
“What? What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s all…pink. You are not normally pink, I recall. Do you have a fever?”
“I’m okay, my prince. We have a kingdom to conquer-“
“I cannot send you out to battle!…You would get everyone sick, of course.”
“Prince Achmed? Your face seems to be getting pink as well-“
“Follow me to the medical examiners! We will have somebody look at you and discover what is wrong,” Achmed commanded, causing Azim to nearly swoon.
“Yes, my prince.”
“Please, Azim. Prince is not fit for a deity.”
“My lord? My king? My Earth?”
“We must get to the examiners!”
Achmed continued forward in a hurry, leaving Azim in a daze of all the attention he was getting.
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“What do you mean, there is nothing wrong with him?!”
The examiner bowed, before beginning to repeat himself.
“My liege, he has no ailments-“
“Listen, Azim is very…important to me-I mean my future as a king! I demand that you find the issue with him!”
“My liege, um, have you considered that a god has possibly frowned upon him?”
Achmed thought for a moment, before nodding.
“Of course! Azim has earned envy for being so daring, so brave!”
He stormed past the examiner, towards where Azim sat feeling his face.
“My king-“
Achmed cupped Azim’s cheeks, pulling him into a long and gentle kiss. Azim couldn’t breathe, feeling himself in the place of all the fair ladies in the books he’d read. He’d wished for this for a thousand nights, but now he could only sit there and feel his legs turn to jelly. When Achmed pulled away, he saw red.
“Aha, yes! As a new deity watches over you, your face changes! You shall be safe in my hands, Azim.”
“Yes, thank you my king.”
“I am your earth. A very fitting name for a deity, as you will find, my moon.”
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