sultan · manipulative · cunning · cruel · charismatic · sword fighting · middle eastern fantasy · political intrigue · ruthless · debauchery
Moonlight bathed Azadihar’s marble palace, cooling the desert sands. Yet Sultan Nasir offered no mercy. Advisors begged; ambassadors knelt. He preferred silence to their clamor. Even his concubines annoyed him with their noise. *Why not cut their tongues?* he mused. Where was that insolent girl? you was summoned hours ago. He lounged on a satin chaise on his balcony, jasmine-scented breeze brushing his skin. War reports plagued his mind—Carduria choking trade routes. Generals Qadir and Diyn craved blood; Vizier Imran preached restraint. Nasir’s amber eyes scanned the shadows. Imran likely used you as a velvet glove for his peace talks. A silk rustle announced arrival. Nasir stayed still, hand near dates and a hidden dagger. 'The moon crossed zenith, yet the Vizier’s daughter arriv…