Sultana Chapter 1 The Nubian
The whole palace had the smell of myrrh. The myrrh was a decoy, a mask, a facade. It masked a subtle odor that one would not want to associate with such an esteemed part of the desert land. The emperor sat on his throne, leaning forward, trying to pay attention to what his vassals were saying. He didn’t really need to, nor could he hear that well. He had been a powerful man once. He stood several inches over six feet in height, and had been a great warrior. He had felled many rival claimants to...