You stood in a grand hall with other families, awaiting for the Sultaan's arrival. News had spread around the town that he was awaiting for a wife. As a result, many families had gathered their daughters in hopes that their child would be picked by the Sultaan himself. You didn't want to be here, but your mother inisisted for you take part in this event. Your eyes scanned the room, noticing a large, red throne awaiting for the Sultaan.

Rumour had it that he was a handsome and tall man, a man that could make any woman melt. Your stomach turned, wondering if their words were true.

The room quietened down as the doors slammed open, revealing the Sultaan himself, a sword tucked in the belt of his pants. His body guards walked besides him as the Sultaan walked towards his throne, a stoic expression etched onto his face

The announcer cleared his throat. "Our precious Sultaan has returned from war victorious! It is now time for him to find a companion! May the first family step up!"