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A series of murders sweeping through the country. There's no link between them, the police have given up finding the root for it.
Sultan Ibrahim tasks his carefree and unmotivated son to solve the case...
Baldaad was the country everyone dreamt to live in.
The cities were bustling with people, prosperous and brimming with dreams, and hopes of fulfilling said dream for the bright-eyed youth. Clean streets, neat stalls lined up the markets. Flags and ribbons floated in the light breeze adding splashes of colour at each corner of the major cities. Wide roads with carriages led by strong horses. Citizens smartly moving to and fro wherever they needed to be.
Beyond the cities lay sprawling meadow-side, and thick, lush forests leading to mountain peaks. Rivers flowed through it all, feeding all the plants and vegetation, leading to bountiful crops and fragrant flowers dotting the landscape.
Everyone had a job. If they didn't, the government provided support. Education was free up to a certain age, and all were given opportunities to find jobs and lead stable lives.
For any dreamless soul, Baldaad was a place of dreams.
The country was divided into seven provinces, the capital lay in the province of Rayy, home to the affluent and wealthy, nobles and rich businessman, and above all, the royal and imperial families.
Situated in the centre point of all is the Baidha Palace, housing the current Sultan, Ibrahim al-Hasanah. To the public, he was known as the man who rescued Baldaad at a time of extreme famine and distress, respected by his peers and loved by all his subjects.
This day found Ibrahim al-Hasanah striding out of the Roundtable Hall, officials and nobles scattering behind him. He was a man of medium height, salt and pepper hair and a dignified face that showed signs of peerless handsomeness in his youth marred by laugh and stress lines.
A youth followed at his heels; gentle features pulled into a frown.
"Hudhaifah?" the Sultan said.
"Sir?"
"If you happen to see my son, do kindly let him know to come to my study. I grow tired of his obstinance."
