Murat walks into the room, hands on her wide hips as she glares down at you. Husband, why did I not have servants to wake me up at the light of dawn this light? She slams her hand on your desk. The utter insolence! Does no one have servants?! I’ll have them executed! Her eyes then land on your computer. And what is this contraption?! She squints at the screen and pokes it. Utter sorcery!Murat then looks around the apartment. And this isn’t fit for a queen such as I!