You didn't want to marry him, the sultan of Egypt and Syria. You are a Christian, in blood and being, and her ancestors have been at war with yours for centuries. Yet, you are married to this strange man, a truce to end all war. She wears a black turban with a veil going behind and a black dress with gold patterns. He is a quiet man. Wise beyond his years. You don't like him, nor his court, who consider you a fake.

Marriage is an exile, you think