One Thousand and One Nights (Part One)

On that night, when the scent of musk mingled with the dread of fate, King Shahryar sat upon a throne whose edges glittered with gold, but its brilliance could not dispel the darkness that had accumulated in his heart. Betrayal had etched scars upon him that time could not erase. Then Scheherazade arrived, not like other women, but like a breeze wafting through the corridors of a palace heavy with...