Blood As Tear

As the Sultan stabbed the stick into what seemed the center of his throat, a gasp of shock echoed through the tent. The Caesar's guards, trained for moments of unexpected chaos, surged forward in unison attempting to seek a chance to save the Sultan's valued life. While the Caesar, yet to recover from the shock and confusion of the young Sultan's actions, yelled at the top of his lungs. "Stop him! At once! Now!"

However, before they could reach the Sultan, a sturdy figure came leaping out of the way stopping in the paths of the guards. It is that Ottoman Janissary guard of the Sultan, who is up until now silent all the way. He gripped on to that pathetic meat cutter of his, firmly, his body forming an unyielding barricade and intercepting against the rushing guards. 

"My Sultan shall not be defiled by thou unworthy hands!" he roared, brandishing his weapon with alarming menace.