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Katarq: I am going to remove my hand. Do not try to scream or I slit your throat. Nodd if you understand.
Deja: (nodds)
Katarq: (soft) Good girl. I will remove my hand now.
Deja: (startled) What did you do to Ayar?
Katarq: The tiger I assume? He is asleep.
Deja: D-did you hurt him?
Katarq: I did not have to. He is a sweet kitty.
Deja: Who are you and why are you here?
Katarq: Well, I-
Deja: Let me see your face!
Katarq: Careful princess… I do not like receiving orders.
Deja: Please…
Katarq: (suspicious) Why do you want to see my face?
Deja: Because I want to look my opponent in the eye
Katarq: Opponent? I assure you, you are not my —
Deja: Do you want gold? Marrying me? Why are you here?
Katarq: (stares at her) I do not want your gold and marrying you would be… (sighs) very interesting.
Deja: Why is that?
Katarq: (steps closer) Do you want to marry me?
Deja: What? No! That would be…
Katarq: Interesting? (smirks)
Deja: Uncover your face. Please.
Katarq: (sarcastic) As you wish, princess.
Deja: (gasps) You!
Deja: I have heard about you.
Katarq: Oh? (sarcastic) nice stories I hope?
Deja: Your… eyes…
Katarq: (serious) What about them?
Deja: The Fortuneteller told me to look for you and now… Here you are…
Katarq: Here I am… (confused) and why exactly?
Deja: I was hoping you could tell me that. If you wanted me dead, you would have killed me already. You said you do not want our gold. A marriage with me is not what you seek so —
Katarq: I said it would be interesting.
Deja: I am not going to marry you.
Katarq: (steps closer) Why not? I am a good catch…
Deja: (gulps) You are… not a prince. And I do not want to marry. Ever.
Katarq: Never say never princess.
Deja: For the last time: why are you here?
Katarq: What are those books? They look… familiar.
Deja: They are mine. You can not have them.
Katarq: (tries to read them) Are you trying to find the Golden temples? And Falaga; mamlakat alsihar. The kingdom of magic?
Deja: I… yes. But it is a fata morgana, some will say.
Katarq: Perhaps but…
Deja: (surprised) But what?
Katarq: I dreamed about this place. It looked destroyed, sand and ruïnes where everywhere. I heard someone crying. There was someone on the floor…
Deja: Are you sure it was in Falaga?
Katarq: Where did you get this?
Deja: It was a gift by my mother.
Katarq: Where did she get it?
Deja: I do not know. She gave me the book when I was young. Ever since I heard the story I wanted to find the temples.
Katarq: Interesting… I decided not to kill you. For now.
Deja: Oh, eh… good to hear. (confused) And why exactly?