A/N: Just to let you guys know this is AU, and you will be dealing with a djinn Kaoru here. So for anyone who does not like the idea, "whatever floats your boat." :)

Djinn- supernatural creatures made of smokeless fire

Malik- king

Amir – Prince

Ameera – Princess

Introduction: The Djinni's Daughter

-The Eastern Palace, Circa 1001-

She was made of smokeless fire, the woman lying underneath him. Evasive, sultry, and every movement she made, spellbinding.

The King of the East knew he could never capture her completely. She was mischievous in all accounts, never wanting to be bound, fearing commitment as she fears iron and steel chains. He could not blame her, she had been held by numerous greedy hands, and it was only because of her wiles she was able to escape each and every one.

He dipped down to have another taste of her sweet lips.

"Will you miss me when I am gone?" she asked, the light in her blue eyes teasing.

"Of course," he did not lie. It was only a week since he met her when she was seeking refuge in his city. When he saw her for the first time, a flame of lust burst inside him he never thought he had. And it had been six years since his wife passed away. So he thought, why contain it?

And so he feasted, and she complied. He would have married her, and yes, he could say he loved her, but she did not want to be bound. She told him she was many centuries older than him, and she had reached her time. It was then that he realized what she truly was: a djinni.

She gently ran her fingers across his jawline. "I have to admit, my dear King" she started, "I have been watching you for a long time, protecting you from misfortune, yearning for you from afar. When you married the town healer I had to leave, for I thought I would not be able to contain my jealousy." The Malik crushed her body in a tight embrace. She had loved him all the while? No wonder the city was immensely prosperous under his reign. They had been under the protection of a powerful djinn.

"You should have come to me," he whispered, showering kisses on her beautiful face.

"And be bound to you, and watch you grow ugly and corrupt with greed?" she teased, smirking.

"All men have a heart susceptible to greed, but not all give into it." He answered.

"What is done is done..." she leaned over and rubbed her cheek sultrily against his. "Surely, you don't have a desire you want me to fulfill?"

The king laid his head on her generous chest. "What I wish for, you will not be able to fulfill."

The woman laughed deeply. "I am the Queen of the Marid, the last of my clan. We hold the most power above all djinn. What is your wish, Malik?" she challenged, and he brought his gaze to hers. She truly was a being of pride. And that was one of her weaknesses.

"Stay by my side, be my queen," he stated, and the djinni's eyes dimmed. Unfortunately, she could not wish for immortality, let alone hers. He knew the fiber of her existence was almost frayed, and he would lose her, even before he could capture her. And he ached.

"My King..," she wrapped her arms around him. "I wish I could stay. I really wish I could." she was crying, and he knew her sentiments were genuine.

"Then leave me a legacy, something to remind me of you in my last days..." He dipped down and caught her lips in a heated kiss, and their lust escalated up again, and his heart sped. They would be making love yet again, and he would savor in each moment, for he did not know when would be the last.

It had been nine months since she left, and every day he would stare at the sparkling ocean of Sha'ra, his thoughts to a memory of a certain woman that enslaved his heart. "Father," the small voice of little Aoshi, his heir, jolted him from his musings. "The guards, they found something by the cliff."

With quick strides, he scooped the little child into his arms and rushed to the anomaly, the material of his cloak flapping in the winds of the high elevation. When he reached the cliff, he had to hand his son to one of the guards for safety. There was a pack of black dogs encircling a wicker basket, and the basket itself was moving. When he approached, the dogs dispersed, and he opened the protective covering.

"A child," he exclaimed. She was wrapped in the finest material of silk, spun with threads of gold, and she woke from a long slumber.

The child opened her eyes. It was blue, as blue as his djinni's eyes.

He read the parchment carefully folded into the cushion, and when he was done, he spun around to his audience. "My daughter," he announced, tucking the paper into his sleeve for safekeeping. Aoshi wriggled out of the guard's hold, rushing to the babe's side. He carefully reached out to touch her hand. "Does she have a name?" the young boy asked.

The king knelt down to pick her up, he cast his glance to his wide-eyed heir. "Aoshi, meet your sister, Kaoru," and he turned to the soldiers, " Everyone, behold, the Ameera of the East."