Who would've thought that the man revering in front of you, wearing a heavy robe of silk, trimmed with gold thread, and a tarbush encrusted with the finest gemstones was running from being caught stealing just this morning? No one, so when the inconsistencies in the mysterious suitor's yarn weren't adding up, you only bat an eye as the lavish gifts rest in your throne room.

"My princess's beauty is like a spring breeze upon the desert sands," Akeem seductively intoned to you.