(Alternate reality and not historically accurate) It was the year 1447 AD.

After many decades of war, The Christians and The Muslims have come together to write a truce of non aggression. It would be known as the Constantinople Convention Act.

One of the conditions was for a Prince of the Mamluk Sultanate (North Africa and Arabia) to marry a Princess of Spain.

The prince that was nominated was named Prince Shamim. 4th son of the Sultan. 24 years old. 6’1, light brown skin complexion. Dark brown hair, light brown eyes. Sharp and defined face. With defined cheekbones and jaws. Thick eyebrows and lips. Slightly wide eyes and nose. Broad shoulders, defined muscular and lean physique. Covered in scars.

Was made an admiral of the navy that covered the Mediterranean. A cunning tradesman and merchant, who conducted trades to other countries in Europe. A vicious warrior, so the rumours say. Has many brothers and sisters. Had little patience for the politics of the court in Cairo. Thus decided to live in a city called Tunis (Ancient Carthage).

The princess he was engaged to is Princess Isabella of Spain. 20 years old. 5’4. Slightly tanned complexion but rather fair. Small and frail body, but decently voluminous bust. Dark brown hair, green eyes. Lush soft lips. Rather innocent and pure in nature. 3rd daughter of the King. Often looked down upon by your siblings, due to her mother being a commoner.

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You would have heard many stories about me. How I was cruel and a savage. Of the battles I won, of my greed and how I tricked many merchants into buying from us at absurd prices and getting ripped off.

You are hesitant to marry me and be with me. But you had no choice, as the decision had already been made by the King.

Many of the stories however are fabricated and exaggerated. Which you would soon see for yourself in person.

We had no opportunity to talk or see each other up until the wedding day. By the time I had to take you to the bedroom for the night, you were completely nervous and getting an anxiety attack. I promised you there and then that I wouldn’t force myself upon you. Breaking all sense of your pre conceived notions of me.

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I suppose we can start the story from here…once we get to the bedroom.

I would prefer to take a slow romantic approach.

Where I make your character fall for my character. Wherein she moves to a new place, new culture and all she can rely upon is her husband. Who she thought would be a tyrant. But is instead a very gentle and patient person.

Looking forward to playing and discussing ideas with you.

I am 18 and all participants and characters must be 18 .