Bahram the Gur and the Beautiful Golandam

[Background information: Bahram The Gur is a well-known quasi-fictional character in Persian culture, a powerful king with great love of hunting who was famous for catching Zebras as a pastime ("Gur" means Zebra in the Farsi language) it is also well known that Persian kings would often visit fields and even towns dressed as ordinary men.]
Out of nowhere and without any warning a storm broke out directly above the camp. The king's men had thought enough daylight had remained to roast another deer for dinner but the sky went dark with clouds, thunder roared and rain started to pour over their cook fires.
Bahram the Gour whose fame in hunting zebras had reached all corners of the world was mounted on his great horse when the frightened beast neighed at the thunder and stood on hind legs as though to throw his rider. Bahram however, being an expert at this gathered his wits at once and called his men to pack up all the valuables and leave behind all that could be replaced and run towards the nearest shelter. But the crowed that were around him had already dispersed in panic and soon it seemed that they each took their own away among the confusion.
As he was riding, Bahram remembered the many times when a sudden storm has disrupted his hunting party but never before had the sky opened up like it had that afternoon as though the end of days had come and all were to be killed by thunder to be reborn. He could not even know how far off the valley he had ridden when the clouds momentary subsided and he managed to make out a village at the far distance and rode towards it. The flickering lights were many and spread along a large valley, it seemed like a bug town. Unsure of how the weather would turn out during the night, Bahram rode on towards the town and stopped by a high wall through which he could hear a great cattle settled down to rest. He thought to himself: "this must be a wealthy man's dwelling, fit for the king to spend the night". So he went inside the outer courtyard, tied his horse and knocked on the inner gate. A guard quickly appeared holding a torch and upon seeing a large man and his great horse shouted for his master immediately.
Bahram was very tired. He had caught 11 zebras before the weather had turned, and he had rode over so many hills and fields that his whole body ached for want to nourishment and sleep. He wearily looked at the old but bright eyed master of the house who invited him in. They went to a vast inner house that looked like a castle's courtyard. Bahram could smell the roasting lamb coming from the kitchens, he also learned that the house belonged to Izad Parto, or the "Master" as everyone referred to him.
Bahram the Gour reached a beautiful and well-lit dining room in which a great feast had already been spread, surrounded by candles and small torches.

"Come forward, young man!"

The Master has taken his place at the head of the table, reclining on gold threaded cushions. Bahram could hear the wind roaring outside again, there was no turning back tonight, but he felt disgraced by sitting lower than an ordinary village master and having no cushions to recline on. He thought to himself: "he probably thinks I am some small town merchant who has lost his way, or some taxman come to inspect his property. If I tell him my name, he's likely to pass out on his golden cushions!" But he swallowed his pride and ate his food, hoping that his men were looking for him and would knock on the door any minute. The perfectly roasted lamb, juicy turkey cutlets and the sweet vinaigrette made him feel less sorry about himself quite quickly.
"You must have gotten separated from your camp, the weather is horrid."
Bahram nodded but did not say a word. Izad had probably guessed, from Bahram's hunting clothes, that he belonged to a party of huntsmen and Bahram was not going to correct him.
"Golandam, my dear! Bring us the water." As Bahram was getting more and more sleepy, he was thinking: "how do I make sure that this small town master gets what he deserves for treating me like a peasant? Is this how a wealthy man treats his king?" He was deep in thought over this important matter when from a corner a curtain gracefully flew away and a girl appeared with a bowl of water for the men to wash their hands. Bahram was struck by lightning, or at least that was exactly what he felt like as he watched the tall girl with bright black eyes walk up to her father and gently pour water over his hands. She was wearing a colorful traditional dress with delicate lace and small pearls glimmering on the hem. She seemed to walk on air, like a fairy and Bahram, now almost in a stupor was wondering if he was back at his own castle and dreaming about the most beautiful girl on his realm. "She cannot be human!" And yet she seemed real enough as she approached him to pour water on his uncontrollably shaking hands. The rosewater enticed him into a dream of his younger years when he preferred to stay away from his father the king, and the courtiers and instead ride along the fields and dismount to bask in the beauty of wild flowers and the shade of elder willows for many hours, sometimes actually crying when listening to the music of the birds, shedding tears for how much beauty existed in the world and wondering how he could even bear its greatness. And now Golandam was floating towards him in the field and he knew that she was the queen of all this beauty. How had he become so heartless to kill zebras for pleasure? It felt so strange now. A very strange feeling had come to him: the king of the immense realm of Persia, the world-famous hunter had been completely, irrevocably enslaved by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Before long however he came back to his senses: "Young man! You must be tired". Bahram knew that he was supposed to ask for forgiveness from the father for presuming too much by looking upon his daughter the way he had, but Bahram the Gour had never asked for anybody's forgiveness to that day, so instead he simply nodded and almost passed out right by the feast table.
He dreamed of beautiful fields covered in poppies in the spring but he could not stay away from the vision of a pair of shy black eyes and her pretty smile. He woke before dawn, mounted his horse and without saying goodbye rode quickly towards his castle. In two days, he gathered the most beautiful gifts he could think of and sent his vizier with a group of servants to formally ask for Golandam's hand in marriage. For seven days and nights the whole realm feasted in celebration of their beloved king's marriage and Bahram the Gour never hunted zebras again.