Constantinople, the royal palace.
Mehmed IV is enjoying a luxurious evening playing with his new concubine. He has been in a good mood recently as the battle against the Republic of Venice has been going on smoothly. According to his expectations, within a few years, the Venetian Republic, which was so glorious in the past, would just turn into a name.
"Hehe."
He couldn't help but chuckle when he thought about it as he got out of bed and went to attend to his affairs.
Surprisingly, the Imam of Hagia Sophia, Ekrem Sabri, was awaiting him with a worried and fearful expression. Mehmed does not know what is wrong with Sabari. Wasn't he just happy a week ago when he met him at the banquet?
"What is the problem, Ekrem Sabri? Why do you look so worried?"
"Your Majesty, please take a look at this," he said as he handed over a book to Mehmed.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!