Rites

Sadani's Visit

Consort Sadani arrives at your estate, stirring up quite the commotion.

Even your most trusted and meticulous servants cannot help but grumble about this rare guest’s unparalleled finickiness – she complains as if every object in your household is actively defying her.

Upon seeing you, she repels your approach with her customary pride, yet you notice her fingers, tightly clasped at the table’s edge, blanch with strain. She is as nervous as a startled fawn, as taut as a drawn bowstring.

Perhaps it is no mere apprehension, but also a hidden loneliness, a timidity beneath her bluster. Do you wish to expose it, or perhaps… harness it? It is time to make a decision.

ID: 5000552

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: Yes

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

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This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
Sadani arrives as promised

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

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Pops: None

Slot #2
You choose to indulge with her

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
You choose to talk to her

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

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Pops: None

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Outcome

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Regular

You choose to exercise your earned rights
You press the posturing woman onto the rough carpet.

The golden decorations on her gauze dress chime and rustle. Her curses soon turn into tearful pleas: "I am with child... the Sultan's child... You can't do this to me, please..."

Such broken words ring hollow to those in the pursuit of ecstasy. You ravage the land of milk and honey, reveling in the euphoria of being the conqueror, being above it all. It is intoxicating to hold the reins. It blinds you to the deep wounds hidden beneath the silk and gold. Is the Sultan any different? Is his wine cup not overflowing with blood?

Filled with hatred and desire, you drink Sadani's tears and blood until cockcrow. You fall asleep, stroking her pallid face, untroubled by pity. There is too much to worry about. You will leave them for tomorrow.

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You choose to exercise your earned rights
You press the posturing woman onto the rough carpet.

The golden decorations on her gauze dress chime and rustle. Her curses soon turn into tearful pleas: "I am with child... the Sultan's child... You can't do this to me, please..."

Such broken words ring hollow to those in the pursuit of ecstasy. You ravage the land of milk and honey, reveling in the euphoria of being the conqueror, being above it all. It is intoxicating to hold the reins. It blinds you to the deep wounds hidden beneath the silk and gold. Is the Sultan any different? Is his wine cup not overflowing with blood?

Filled with hatred and desire, you drink Sadani's tears and blood until cockcrow. You fall asleep, stroking her pallid face, untroubled by pity. There is too much to worry about. You will leave them for tomorrow.

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You order Maggie to pleasure her
You were expecting a luscious display between your wife and the consort, but things turn out differently.



Sadani whispers something to Maggie with a pleading look on her face. Maggie looks back at you coldly, then drives you out of the room without you getting a say. Through the door, you hear low murmurs between the women, which soon turn into suppressed sobs and soft solace.



Slowly, it becomes quiet inside. Maggie closes the door and studies you. After a while, she says, "You know, she's pregnant." She relaxes a little when she sees that your surprise is genuine. It is late at night, and the pervasive cold makes Maggie wrap her woolen shawl around her tightly. With an inscrutable look, she shakes her head and looks away.



You are both silent. When she stares into the night, you know she is looking back at that one night, many years ago, where in pain and struggle she lost her child... your child.



You could not help but reach out and hold Maggie in your arms. Tears, warm and cold, flow under the clear moonlight.

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You choose to talk to her
"So long as you give me a reason." You offer her an almost saintly clemency. Sadani bites her lip, her eyes flickering as different thoughts war within her, wondering if she should trust you. But she has no other choice.



Finally, the woman lowers her metaphorical quills. All the haughtiness and elegance, gone. When she lowers her eyes, she looks dejected.



After a long silence, she speaks: "I'm pregnant..." she clenches the silver cup in her hand in despair, the already cold tea in it providing her no comfort, "A child of the Sultan. The Sultan won't let him be born! Please... Please keep it as a secret, please. ”



"Child of the Sultan..." You cannot help but repeat the phrase as you reach out to touch the woman's abdomen. There is only a slight bulge, and a new life lays dormant under the protection of its mother, not knowing what a cruel fate would befall it.



"The Sultan's heir." You murmur. You can almost visualize it: the son usurping his father's crown, as every Sultan has done before him.



The curse of power runs through its veins, and you realize that if you want no part of that power, you must find someone who is qualified to bear it, or if that is your wish, you have to kill this child.



And the child's mother knows nothing of what thoughts are turning in your mind. In tears she implores you. Suddenly, in her beautiful eyes, you see the reflections of thousands of lowly, desperate mothers... Their gaze strikes you like an unstoppable sword.



You think of Maggie, of the babe you and Maggie lost, and the pain floods you. You close your eyes and realize that this is not a night for decisions. You flee Sadani's room.

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You ask your wife to talk to her
You have no interest in defiling the king's consort – it is but a way to break the Sultan's Card without having to betray Maggie, nothing more.



You confess the whole story to Maggie, asking her to forgive your recklessness at the court meeting. Maggie gently strokes your cheek and softly sighs that it was not your fault. "The consort is not in a good mood. For a convincing act, you need her cooperation... I'll go talk to her."



Through the door, you hear low murmurs between the women, which soon turn into suppressed sobs and soft solace. Slowly, it becomes quiet inside. Maggie closes the door and gestures you to keep your voice down. "She's asleep now." Yet she does not move or speak for a long time, then – "You know, she's pregnant."



You look at her in surprise, and Maggie bites her lip lightly and looks away. When she stares into the night, you know she is looking back at that one night, many years ago, where in pain and struggle she lost her child – your child. A chill creeps up every inch of your skin, and you cannot help but reach out to hold Maggie in your arms, hoping to share a little warmth with her.



Tears, warm and cold, flow under the clear moonlight.

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You decide to do nothing
You cast her a final glance before leaving the poor woman in the room. She looks at you disappearing through the closing door in disbelief. After a while, she collapses to the ground, covering her face as tears of relief stream down her face.



She could not have known that you have no desire for defiling the Sultan's consort or take vengeance on the haughty looks she used to cast you. You merely need another way to break that damn card with its depiction of a pair of loving couple. You still remember the day you wedded Maggie. You swore an oath of loyalty to her. You will never have her shed a single tear for you.



It is strange that after so many years, your chest still warms when you think of Maggie's eyes, so full of affection, of love.



You cannot help knocking on Maggie's door. Taking her into your arms, you kiss her. You know not how long this love you share can sustain you in this terrible game. But at least in this very moment, it still beats in your hearts, alive and strong.

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