This is the tale of a Prince and A Slave... Lust is an immoderate wantonness of the flesh, a sweet poison, a cruel pestilence; a pernicious poison, which weakeneth the body of man, and effeminateth the strength of the heroic mind. Francis Quarels
Imagine a Cinderella but the reason the Prince didn't know her face was bevause she wore a face veil. Now imagine she speaks Arabic and the "Prince" is actually a "Princess"! This is a story as such that I hope you will enjoy as much as I do when writing it!
Ari had lived on that mountain alone for years. She knew that there was a village at the bottom, but she liked the quietness of being alone. She hunted with her tamed wolves and watched days go by. That is until, a godly presence entered her life. In comes Chrysalis. The "Goddess of the Mountain" as the village calls her. She had been observing the interesting human for years. And only now decided to make herself known. Trails and Love, can a mortal life really fall in love with a immortal one?