Khanum's Voice
He is mine, he does not yet know it, but he belongs to me. The death faced man from the north has come to my kingdom, where all men become my play things. I reign all powerful, even my imbecile son, the so called shah-in-shah, cowers before me. I wield my power as the sword, deciding who shall live and who shall die.
True, he is strong willed, a bit more so than typical, even wildest stallion, can be broken with a firm hand. Break him I shall, until he will obey my every command, just as the best of my stables. There were so many before him who believed themselves to be a match for me, and they have all ended in the same manner. They did not understand whose realm they had entered, who the true master of Persia is.
Only when he has been properly subjugated may I lay the stars at his feet, through me he will obtain power my son could only dream of. He will show me his loyalty through the marvelous death he will create for me, but I desire more. This masked man is unlike my other amusements. To him I will give privileges unheard and more rights than any man in the world.
Privilege he must beg for though, to show that he has been properly brought to heel, to show that he recognizes whose hand it is that his power falls from. When he finally begs entrance to my bed, he will not be denied as so many others before him. I will raise him above all those within my kingdom, my magician of mortality. With my consort by my side, a new era will sweep Persia. For you see Erik, I am your destiny, you will not escape the fate I have planned for you.