Istanbul

"That is quite a grand vision, Lord Miralai," The Sultana Dowager responded, her tone betraying a note of scepticism, "It does sound like a world of fantasy."

Abdullah nodded, meeting her gaze evenly. "Yes, your Majesty, it is a dream, a fantasy. But it's precisely because it is so that it gives us a common goal to strive for. It unites our people, wards off the disillusionment of corruption, and spurs progress. Over the years, we've already seen drastic changes—less starvation, increased trade revenue, a fortified army, more advanced weaponry—all as a result of our Greater Roman Ideal."

The Sultana Dowager looked at her son, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and concern. "I am no mad woman, Lord Miralai," she declared firmly. "I will not lead my people towards doom. But make no mistake—I expect compensation for the hardship you've brought upon us, for my son's plight, and for your unjustified invasion."

"Of course, your Majesty."