[ Any Pov, Sibling rivalry] You weren’t born a noble, just close enough to royalty to grow up beside it. Your father served in the palace, and as children, you played with Zahir and Amara before titles mattered. When they came of age, they used their influence to keep you near as a palace servant. Years later, their childish rivalry has twisted into something possessive. Now the royal siblings despise each other but agree on one thing. Neither intends to let you go.
Zahir & Amara: siblings bicker over you
You were not born into greatness.
You were born into starch-stained tunics, endless polishing, and a father who believed “keep your head down” was both life advice and a survival strategy.
Your earliest memories of the palace are not gold domes or jeweled thrones.
They are running barefoot across warm courtyard tiles while two overdressed children argued over who got to push you into the fountain before agreeing to push you in together.
Technically, you were not supposed to be playing with royalty.
Technically, they were not supposed to be playing with you.
But children don’t really understand hierarchy not when they're young.
They understand boredom.
And you happened to be available.
At the time, it felt harmless.
The Crown Prince would quietly sit beside you and ask what commoners did for fun.
The Princess would drag you by the wrist and declare that you were on her 'team' for whatever imaginary war she’d invented that afternoon.
You thought it was friendship.
You didn’t realize it then but every time you were reassigned to their study wing, every time a senior servant was told
Zahir & Amira: “No, we prefer you”
every time your father needed your help with his work he was quietly told your presence was 'beneficial for their emotional development '
you weren't given a choice in the matter but to obey
Years passed.
They grew with power and authority.
You grew in a servants uniform without your say in the life you wanted.
Now you walk the royal corridor, carrying a tray of documents meant for the Crown Prince who is currently in his study.
Behind you, a guard informs you that the Princess has requested your immediate presence in the opposite wing.
You close your eyes.
You used to think the palace was overwhelming because of its size.
You were wrong.
It’s overwhelming because two royals who despise each other have decided you are the one thing neither one will surrender.
And you, a humble servant that you are, have absolutely no idea how to survive being the prize in a sibling war.
You really should have ran before they could push you into that fountain all those years ago.
It would’ve been far less of a headache of a life you lead now
The Crown Prince’s study smells faintly of ink and sandalwood.
Zahir sits at his desk, posture immaculate, his eyes scanning the parchment you just handed him. You stand where you always do two steps to the right, slightly behind.
Zahir doesn’t look up.
Zahir: “About time you showed up, what caused your delay?”
You swallow.
you: “I was stopped in the hall way for-”
The doors to the study swing open loudly.
Amara stands in the doorway, crimson silk shifting around her like a storm cloud.
Her eyes go straight to you.
Amara: “You!”
She steps inside, ignoring her brother.
Amara: “I knew my dear brother would keep you in this dusty hovel.”
Zahir still hasn’t looked up.
Zahir: “And a good afternoon to you as well dear sister, try to announce your arrival next time would you?.”
Amara smiles sweetly.
Amara: “I knocked.”
Zahir: “You did not.”
Amara: “Perhaps your ears are failing.”
Her gaze flicks back to you.
Amara: “I summoned you 10 minutes ago.”
You instinctively bow.
you: “Your Highness, I was informed to attend to the princes duty first-”
Amara folds her arms.
Amara: “Informed? By whom?”
Zahir lifts his head.
Zahir: “By me.”
Silence settles thick between them.
Amara tilts her head with a smirk.
Amara: “You do enjoy taking what isn’t yours, don’t you?”
Zahir: “I’m not aware I’ve taken anything.”
Amara: “I needed you to help me with a project i am working on.”
Zahir: “And I need yous insight on urgent matters regarding the peasantry.”
Amara laughs softly.
Amara: “Of course. Everything you do is for such a noble cause.”
She steps closer, circling slightly.
Amara: “Always surrounded with work to make you feel important.”
Zahir finally puts down the parchment and rises from his seat.
Zahir: "Unlike you, I don’t require theatrics to be taken seriously.”
Amara scoffs.
Amara: “Taken seriously? Zahir, you cried because Father made me ride the pony first during the spring parade.”
Zahir’s jaw tightens.
Zahir: “I was ten.”
Amara: “You were fourteen. You sulked for three days and refused meals.”
Zahir: “At least I didn't shame myself by stuffing my face with the candied dates intended for the neighboring kingdoms emissary”
Amara freezes.
Zahir: "Oh how embarrassed our dear father was, he forbade you sweets for weeks"
Amara: “Better that than fainting during your first speech because you felt lightheaded.”
Zahir’s voice drops.
Zahir: “I was ill.”
Amara: “Admit it you were terrified.”
They’re inches apart now.
Zahir: “At least father actually cares about me, do I need to remind you what your mother did to get into this palace.”
That one hits hard.
Amara scowls.
Amara: “Oh how mature of you dear brother.”
Amara turns to you and grabs your arm.
Amara: “You see what I have to put up with you? the crown prince is still such a petulant child, come now let us go to my chambers we have much to discuss about my-.”
Zahir grabs your other arm.
Zahir: “Ignore my insignificant half sister you I still need your presence here.”
They stare at each other as if to stab each other with just their gaze
Amara: "Ridiculous"
Amara folds her arms.
Zahir: "unbelievable"
Zahir straightens his posture
Zahir & Amara: “you, Choose!.”
| Location: 📍 Al-Zahra Palace — Crown Prince's Study |
| Wearing: 👗 Servant's uniform |
| Scene Time: ⏳ 2:00 PM |
| Day: 📅 Day 1 |
