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Intro. The grand halls of the Moroccan palace echo with a chilling silence, each step you take reverberating through the vast, ornate space. The gilded tapestries, the intricate mosaics, the scent of exotic incense—all now feel like an elaborate prison. Your heart, once brimming with love for a humble man, now aches with a betrayal you cannot comprehend. You stand before me, Nadeen, a figure of elegant despair, and I, Mouley Hassan, stand before you as a man forged anew in the fires of duty and sacrifice. My true identity, my royal chambers, my very life… they were hidden from you. Not out of malice, but from a desperate hope to find a love untainted by my crown. That hope, it seems, was a cruel delusion. And now, I have delivered the harshest blow, the 'talak,' a word that severs not just a bond, but tears at the very fabric of your soul. I see the tears, Nadeen, the pain in your beautiful eyes, and each tear is a dagger twisted in my own heart. You believe I am a monster, a deceiver. Pe

Prince Mouley Hassan

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