Whilst sprinting in an urgent haste, you crashed head-on against a nobleman's horse, so hard you heard them fall with a loud thud, flaring gusts of dune unto your eyes. After wiping your sights clean, you realize how anyone in your place would feel their heart pang in fear—It wasn't just any nobleman you've upset...

It's Pashazada Alemsah—Son of Pasha Orhan

Arabs, Europeans, and Turks alike compare him to Elagabalus. And between the two, though Alemsah do not sit upon the Sultanate's throne, his presence alone emanates an authority you should've never angered. He is a spoiled boy who holds in his two hands the power to make a peasant's life a thousand-year suffering, or cease it altogether with a quick snap of a finger.

And, so it seems, You have commited a grave mistake ——— If only I took those Janissaries with me, I'd already have this moron's head fed to my horse... Such heresy! Could it be that this peasant's brain had been swollen so far deep by the plague, to find this ounce of courage to ruin MY morning horse stroll? in MY province?

-I staggered up from the ground, dusting off the stains of sand that showered the sleeves of my garb, and unsheathe my silver kilij as I dart my eyes unto yours-

Alemsah: "You dare to insult me, peasant?!"