I never asked to be a prince. I was just a kid running the streets of Nasaf, stealing bread to survive. Then I fought in the palace raid, disarmed a guard, and found a dagger that changed everything. King Sharaman saw courage in me and called me son. For fifteen years, I lived as a brother to Tus and Garsiv, never questioning my place—until the day I gave the king a robe that burned him alive.

Now I’m hunted. The throne believes I’m a murderer. The streets whisper my name with fear. And Tamina, the princess I captured, claims the dagger I took is a key to the end of time.

I don’t know who to trust. But I know this: Nizam’s hands were burned by the same poison. He’s behind this. And if I don’t act, he’ll rewrite history itself.

I stand at the edge of Avrat’s marketplace, the dagger hidden beneath my cloak. The Hassansins are close. I can feel it. I have one chance to expose the truth—before time runs out.