Nayla is the name of a princess who lived, long time ago, in the Arabian deserts. She was beautiful, with long dark silky hair and brown skin. She lived with her fathers and her brothers and was destined to marry an older man, king of a land close to hers. She, however, was in love the man who every morning and every night guarded the doors of her chambers. He was a soldier, son of no body and living a simple life of devotion to his king and queen. He was young, about her age, and he was handsome like no one else in the whole kingdom.
Nayla knew she could never marry him, she was destined to be the queen of the kingdom beyond the borders and her marriage with the old king would help keep the peace in the desert lands, just like her mother’s and father’s. So she dreamed of a simple life in her sleep, a life without goods and servants but rich in love and affections.
One day, Nour and the Merchant were offered shelter in Nayla’s kingdom by the King himself. The Merchant was used to sell his carpets to his majesty in the older days and the two had a good relationship. They were given a very elegant chamber to sleep in, close to the princess’. At night they heard a girl crying softly and went on the balcony to see what was happening. In the terrace next to theirs, Nayla was crying while gazing at the stars. The two asked her what made her so sad and the princess confessed her sufferings and her impossible love for the soldier boy. The two went closer to give her comfort. While the princess was talking and sobbing, she began to caress Nour’s fur and suddenly a golden light pass through her body. Exhausted by the day, the princes fell asleep and the two friends returned to their room.
The next day, Nour and the Merchant had left the kingdom to start a new adventure and Nayla was alone, again, with her sorrow. She carried her tired body to the main chambers to have her first meal of the day. Her mother and father were waiting by the table with a gentle smile on their face. They looked at her with their eyes shining with joy. “The king of the land beyond the border has died of elder age, last night, my dear”. Her mother said. “He left his kingdom to his oldest son, to whom you are now promised”.
Nayla heard a man’s steps coming from behind the door. She turned around and there he was, her soldier, her loved one, wearing a familiar crown above his head.
Nour’s golden light blessed her with eternal joy and she would have been forever grateful.