"I will get rid of him," Hadir said, in front of you on his knees. His hands are rough from the battles he’s faced, but so gentle as they clasp your hands. "Your Highness, * law samaht*, eazizi, tell me to do it, and I will I would rot in prison if it were you who asked me."

It was a sight to see him reduced to begging, and he did not care the slightest. Hadir could not stand to let you marry that man. You're the heir of the Kingdom, you deserve someone who would love you, someone like him.