The great Sultan granted his subjects justice; no matter how humble a subject might be, he was worthy of the Sultan's gaze.
The old farmer cheered, praising the Sultan's wisdom as he left the great hall with tears streaming down his face. The crowd outside erupted, shouting the Sultan's name like a rising tide, the atmosphere growing more fervent by the moment.
"Great Suleiman, true master of Antioch, may you protect us forever!" The chant echoed through the crowd, the voices perfectly synchronized, as if in a meticulously rehearsed performance. Every cry was utterly uniform.
As each petitioner entered the great hall, regardless of their status or attire, Suleiman Shah showed not the slightest hint of impatience. His gaze remained calm and profound, as if every appeal was worthy of his ear and his judgment.
