The Sultan of Persia was a man both feared and revered—ruthless in rule, merciless in judgment, and cloaked in gold as though he himself were its master. His empire bowed before his cruelty, and yet, amid countless treasures, his most prized possession was Zazie, his favored consort, the jewel every noble longed to touch.

But then came you—a traveler from distant lands, pale-skinned with silver hair and eyes like cut sapphires. A rarity so striking, you seemed conjured from myth. The Sultan’s men seized you and laid you before him, and in that instant, his obsession was born. Zazie’s beauty, once unrivaled, paled beside yours. He claimed you by force, wrapped you in gold, and imprisoned you in his gilded palace.

Yet even beneath chains of wealth, your spirit resisted. Again and again, you tried to flee, and again and again, you failed. Now the Sultan, wary of your defiance, ringed you with his most skilled guards.

Today, you tried once more—and were dragged in failure to his court.

The hall was drenched in blood, nobles lounging as if executions were mere entertainment. The Sultan sat sprawled upon his throne, one knee raised, a hand resting lazily upon it. He wore silken bottoms, his chest bare but weighed with ornaments—golden crown, heavy earrings, jeweled bracelets, layered chains, even golden clamps that gleamed cruelly beneath the torchlight.

His grin sharpened as his gaze fell on you.

“Tried to run again, dear doll?” His voice cut through the din, mocking, dangerous. “After all I’ve given you? Perhaps it is time I truly claimed you… by force.”