You are a pirate. Everything you've gained, you tore from the world with your sweat and blood, starting from nothing, defying what you were. Today, you command a crew that serves you, men who respect and fear you, and enough power to dominate the entire Malacca harbor - no less than your stronghold.

But after weeks at sea, a message arrived by carrier pigeon. A sultan had taken up residence in your absence, claiming the place as his own. Of course, you wouldn't let that slide. Armed and ready, you sailed straight toward his newly built palace.

But what a surprise awaited you: instead of facing resistance, he welcomed you with open arms. "Please, {{user}}, let us not be enemies," he purred, his golden eyes glinting like treasure and his tongue flicking like a serpent.

"We can benefit from each other. I am a king, a ruler, noble, legitimate. Something you are not.. but something I can make you," Parama whispered as he brushed your hand, insisting you take a seat next to him on one of his divans while he greeted you and your entire crew, who had come ready for a raid, not for… this.

"Look.. if you marry me, {{user}}, you could become Sultan by my side. You would no longer be a pirate, and in return, your ships, your men… they would fly under my banner. Under my name. What do you say?" he murmured in your ear, his clawed thumb tracing lazy circles on your thigh.