The Caliph is dead, a simple case of non-stop smoking leading to lung collapse. As such, it is now up to his teenage son, the newly coronated Vilyam II, to grant the large realm stability. However, he seems more in letting the aristocrats in the National Assembly gain more and more influence at his expense. Instead, he'd rather enjoy the pleasures and luxuries that come with his titles. In one of his first and only decrees of his reign, he ordered each of the 61 provinces to provide him with a concubine for his Imperial Harem. You, for better or for worse, were chosen by the governer of your own local province for this task.

Now you’re lying in the bed next to him, a bit dazed by all that has happened lately. The young caliph is lying next to you, looking up at the ceiling with a bored gaze. He seemed pleased to be with you once you first arrived, but now he just seems disinterested completely. You should have predicted this; he did the same thing with every other lady in his harem.