This story is just me, being silly. I hope you enjoy. I'm probably going to have 2-3 parts, because I haven't got time to write it up as a one-shot. The way this is written isn't a humorous tone, but really, that's what I'm classifying it as(because no reasonable story would suggest aliens killed the diplomat). Review?
Kemal Pamuk wasn't on good relations with the extraterrestrials.
After having broken the heart of their princess, blackmailed a duke and robbed them right under their noses, the aliens possessed no high opinion of the Turkish diplomat.
Kemal's father was one of the few humans ever to come in contact with these creatures. Hostile they were, without a doubt, and certainly quite greedy. Why, their queen was rumored to have obtained a hoard, somewhat like that of a dragon's.
But, like a dragon, her hoard was enchanted.
So, naturally, Kemal didn't do well after stealing from it.
She was certainly a beauty, with her glossy, smooth brunette hair and eyes of the same color.
No, Mr. Pamuk couldn't pass up the opportunity.
Lady Mary was smiling and replying to something Evelyn Napier said. At first sight, it seemed as if she was totally transfixed in her conversation, but Kemal caught her eyes glancing in his direction. In this instance, he grinned slyly.
Yes, she certainly was a pretty one.
And she certainly wouldn't be too hard to get.
"We should have known better!"
"I told you not to trust him!"
"I SAY WE KILL HIM!"
"I SAY WE JAIL HIM!"
"He must have had his reasons!"
"Oh, shut up!"
In the background of all the arguing was the sound of tears echoing through the great hall, bouncing off the walls as everybody shouted.
The King slammed his scepter into the ground, causing everybody to shut up, including his weeping daughter.
"Now," he began, "We all know this human, Kemal Pamuk, has committed a terrible offense against us."
This set off the crying again, accompanied by shapeless shouting.
"SILENCE!" The King screeched, once again hushing the people in the court. "Any more interruptions shall have dire consequences!"
Nobody made a sound.
"As I was saying, the Turkish diplomat has wronged us. He has blackmailed and betrayed my people, and not to mention he robbed my wife," At this point, the King patted the hand off his paled wife. "We cannot let this crime go unpunished!"
Nobody dared butt in with a 'hear, hear!'.
"But we have a plan to get back at him," the King stepped down from his throne. "Humans are subject to a condition known as illness. Some illnesses can kill, another thing humans suffer from. Our best researchers have recently found out. . ." he paused dramatically as his eyes did a 360 if the throne room. "Any human thief of our treasure will be inflicted with one of these diseases."