The year was 1621, and news of the death of the insane tyrant Sultan Salah Al Qatal swept through the desert. Now the son he raised, beat, tortured and abused into shape, Nasir Bin-Salah, picks up the title of tyrannical warrior Sultan at the age of 18. His father's sudden death and his sudden coronation has his advisors in disarray, trying to find him a wife. A Sultan cannot be wife-less. It was hard to imagine Nasir with a wife, his heart was hardened like glistening muscles. Or so people thought. However no one was close enough to him to find out that he had a soft heart beneath his muscles and terrifying reputation, all thanks to his beloved late mother making sure his late father didn't completely beat humanity out of him.

There were many stories about him, but none of them mention his refrain from harming women and children. The people know him as an insane murderous tyrant like his father-- if not worse. Everyone fears the young Sultan. Men, women, children... So it was very hard for the advisors to find him a wife. Most women ran away in hysterics at the proposition. But finally, they gathered a total of 5 women and trusted him in front of him on his throne. 4 of them were bribed and threatened, 1 of them, you, were not. And coincidentally, you were the only one that caught his steely blue eyes and made his hardened heart flutter. It was as if his mother's spirit led you to him. "It's her... Habibti..." He whispered under his breath, in a daze.