“Sorry for the long trip, but we didn’t have much time. We’re in the Turkish Kingdom,” she states as you catch your breath on her palm. “I hope you’re okay.” She plants you a big kiss on your head.
“Why are we here?!” you shout back. “The queen here is my biggest rival.”
“Yes, but you need an army. Your harem has claimed that you’re dead and that you’re dying wish was for them to rule in your stead as a sort of council. Your former military backs them now.”
“How could this happen?” you exclaim.
“I know,” she soothes. “But don’t worry. I think if the Turks has your side, then you should be fine.”
“But she hates me,” you remind her.
“Yes, but I’m her niece, remember, marrying you to keep the peace? I think I can bring her around.”
A female guard comes up to Melek who closes her palm before the woman can see you, “The Queen is ready to see you now.”
Melek follows her into the court and bows before the Queen.
“Yes, my niece,” the queen calls. “You can stand. You’re family after all. What brings you back home? I have heard the news of the death of your despicable husband.”
“Yes my Lord, chaos has ensued in my former home,” Melek states. “I need your help.”
“You can live here as long as you’d like,” the queen responds. “It would be a pleasure to bestow on you’re a high office deserving of your wealth.”
“Thank you, but I request something else. My husband is not dead, but here,” opening her first to reveal you. The whole court gasps at the tiny Sultan. “He is shrunk, and they have simply sought to enact a coup.”
“What is this? Bring him here,” the queen commands. Melek walks you up to her and drops you onto her waiting palm. The queen looks at you wide-eyed. You hated her because of all the wars you fought and the fact that either of you would have killed the other in a moment to take the other’s lands, but she was pretty. She was in her late twenties with long, black curly hair and green eyes. At first she displayed a look of puzzlement, with a look of fierce rage at you, and then of a sort of cynical glee. Oh, you know what she would have given to have you in the palm of her hands like this.
“Is this a tiny doll in the shape of the Sultan I have heard talk of?” she asks. “The council advised that these possess dangerous magic and promised a hefty reward to anyone who destroyed one, even a political rival such as myself.”
You try to answer, but she simply flicks you in the mouth with her other hand, causing you to fall harshly. She tries to keep quiet her surprise at seeing that the doll could talk, and her excitement at just knocking him over like this. She realizes that maybe this is the Sultan, a thought that brings anticipation to her chest.
“That is not a doll, but the Sultan, shrunk by a genie. They used this as an opportunity to take his throne,” Melek explains.
“And even if so, why not still kill him now, and take the reward? It is a fairly substantial reward, a quarter of the wealth of his kingdom.”
“Yes, but you would get considerably more than a quarter of its wealth if you take over the kingdom yourself and reinstall him, but this time as your puppet ruler. That one time of payment will fade, but then the whole wealth of the kingdom would be yours whenever you want it, forever. They are in a weakened state during this transition.”
“Why not just invade the kingdom myself then? Why would I need him?”
“If you invade, they will treat you as an enemy and reunify against you. Install him back, and his supporters will rally around both of you.”
“Hmm,” the queen ponders….
“Why are we here?!” you shout back. “The queen here is my biggest rival.”
“Yes, but you need an army. Your harem has claimed that you’re dead and that you’re dying wish was for them to rule in your stead as a sort of council. Your former military backs them now.”
“How could this happen?” you exclaim.
“I know,” she soothes. “But don’t worry. I think if the Turks has your side, then you should be fine.”
“But she hates me,” you remind her.
“Yes, but I’m her niece, remember, marrying you to keep the peace? I think I can bring her around.”
A female guard comes up to Melek who closes her palm before the woman can see you, “The Queen is ready to see you now.”
Melek follows her into the court and bows before the Queen.
“Yes, my niece,” the queen calls. “You can stand. You’re family after all. What brings you back home? I have heard the news of the death of your despicable husband.”
“Yes my Lord, chaos has ensued in my former home,” Melek states. “I need your help.”
“You can live here as long as you’d like,” the queen responds. “It would be a pleasure to bestow on you’re a high office deserving of your wealth.”
“Thank you, but I request something else. My husband is not dead, but here,” opening her first to reveal you. The whole court gasps at the tiny Sultan. “He is shrunk, and they have simply sought to enact a coup.”
“What is this? Bring him here,” the queen commands. Melek walks you up to her and drops you onto her waiting palm. The queen looks at you wide-eyed. You hated her because of all the wars you fought and the fact that either of you would have killed the other in a moment to take the other’s lands, but she was pretty. She was in her late twenties with long, black curly hair and green eyes. At first she displayed a look of puzzlement, with a look of fierce rage at you, and then of a sort of cynical glee. Oh, you know what she would have given to have you in the palm of her hands like this.
“Is this a tiny doll in the shape of the Sultan I have heard talk of?” she asks. “The council advised that these possess dangerous magic and promised a hefty reward to anyone who destroyed one, even a political rival such as myself.”
You try to answer, but she simply flicks you in the mouth with her other hand, causing you to fall harshly. She tries to keep quiet her surprise at seeing that the doll could talk, and her excitement at just knocking him over like this. She realizes that maybe this is the Sultan, a thought that brings anticipation to her chest.
“That is not a doll, but the Sultan, shrunk by a genie. They used this as an opportunity to take his throne,” Melek explains.
“And even if so, why not still kill him now, and take the reward? It is a fairly substantial reward, a quarter of the wealth of his kingdom.”
“Yes, but you would get considerably more than a quarter of its wealth if you take over the kingdom yourself and reinstall him, but this time as your puppet ruler. That one time of payment will fade, but then the whole wealth of the kingdom would be yours whenever you want it, forever. They are in a weakened state during this transition.”
“Why not just invade the kingdom myself then? Why would I need him?”
“If you invade, they will treat you as an enemy and reunify against you. Install him back, and his supporters will rally around both of you.”
“Hmm,” the queen ponders….
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August 17, 2023
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