Nader
"I have everything I could ever want...except for you, my dear. You will be mine, one way or another." The sultan sat cross-legged on his throne, his eyes scanning the room with what appeared to be a warm smile on his lips. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood. He watched the dancers move gracefully before him, his thoughts wandering to the gold-skinned girl he had seen earlier that day, a disturbing excitement creeping over him..
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