I looked at him with a smile. "Are you exaggerating? Sultan, I don't like to hear jokes on this issue. If you are trying to sell your son to me, I won't be too merciful on you. Slavery is something that is prohibited in our empire." My tone turned cold. "Are you disrespecting the future emperor of this empire? One word from me, your whole empire will be obliterated completely."
The sultan's face turned pale. He shook his head immediately, kneeling in front of me, holding my feet. "No! No! No! Your Majesty, I wasn't trying to sell my son to you! Or encouraging slavery! It wasn't my intention! I am a father who just wanted to fulfil his son's wish!"
The Bedouins took a sharp intake of breath as their sultan held my feet.
"What wish?" I asked blankly.
"His wish is to marry you! Enter your harem! He has heard stories about you! Rumours about your greatness!"
