The Dawn of Amor

Unseen passion sparked on that break of day. Azlan marked every part of his dear Primarosa—kissing every inch of her lips, eyes, cheeks, and to her neck. She no longer protested. His whispers of promised love convinced her that it was all real. She felt it all true. It was indeed true to the core of him. With this new conviction, he broke the strong armor he always wore that prevented him from manifesting his vulnerability and emotion. Barriers seemed to fall during his walk along the haunting hallway. He smoothly got accustomed to this new persona and the more solid turn of mind flowing inside of him.

He felt like rules were finally in his grips, easily bent and changed. In the eyes of both their culture and faith, what they dallied was wrong—an insult. But love was an insult? Or does love meant to break the laws made by mortal minds? Who could know? Well, on that very minute of having his dear beloved in his arms, the Moor prince knew that something deemed wrong was right.