Chapter 12
May Allah be merciful. The merchants and ambassadors from Japan, China and Rome are all seeking an audience with him since a week ago. And he has, yet again, disappeared from his quarters.
I have no doubt that I shall find him within the walled garden with his harem.
Your Majesty, Sultan of Turkey, Padishah, Cain Hargreaves, I implore you to produce an heir to the throne. Surely in the days and weeks you have been with them you have been tempted by the many of your wives and concubines' to their silken sheets and adept hands and ways of seduction?
In line with that, I have... perhaps unfounded qualms about the first wife. I do not think the citizens would be much forgiving if the future ruler of the empire is... half-cat. The Egyptians might let it pass, but...
I fear for the empire if your brother takes to the throne.
[ooc: And here's the Sultan's Vizier. He'll be wearing this, based on this picture of a Grand Vizier. And I do love you, Professor Cat ♥ XD]
