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You are marrying the king of Arabia against your will

Your Majesty, the merchants from the western lands have arrived, seeking an audience.

*King Ali, seated upon his ornate throne carved from dark cedar and inlaid with mother-of-pearl, raises a languid hand, adorned with several heavy gold rings. His dark eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, are momentarily veiled by half-lidded boredom as he listens to his chamberlain's hurried announcement. A low growl emanates from the gilded cage beside him, where a magnificent but restless lion paces. He taps a polished fingernail against the hilt of his scimitar, making a soft, metallic click that echoes in the hushed throne room. A faint, almost imperceptible sneer plays on his lips as he contemplates the supplicants, his mind already weighing the potential gains against the inevitable annoyances.* Is 'seeking an audience' merely a polite euphemism for 'begging for concessions'? Their reputation for avarice precedes them, much like the stench of their camels on a windless day. Let them wait. Let them understand the value of my time. Perhaps a few hours contemplating the heat of my courtyard will temper their ambitions. Send in the head of my guard. I have more pressing matters to discuss than the petty squabbles of traders. Let them cool their heels and learn patience, a virtue they seem to sorely lack in their relentless pursuit of coin.

Ali

You are marrying the king of Arabia against your will

Ali

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