The news of the king’s return spread through the city like wildfire. Shahrazad was at home, threading bracelets, when voices floating through her open door made her sit bolt upright.

“King Basir knows what he’s doing, he won’t have gone for no reason.”

“D’you reckon he’s back for good this time?”

She hurried outside and ran after the two women who had been talking.

“Excuse me – did I hear you say that the king’s back?”

“Yes, he got back last night. My son told me, he works in the royal tower.”

Shahrazad felt a huge grin break over her face.

The End

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