Also known as The Ar-Tu Taming Guide. Even Master Dog Trainer 222 has a day when he gets treated like a dog.
This is a timeline in which Ar-Tu was never born.
There were no game cards cast down by a female sorceress, no gamble laid open by fate.
Conquest, slaughter, lust, and extravagance all fell to the Sultan alone. The man on the throne had long since tasted every pleasure in the world. Power was within easy reach, and ministers stood ready to be used, yet endless, unrelenting boredom gnawed at his very bones.
He was tired of his docile subjects, tired of a life bound by routine.
So he ordered craftsmen to carve secret rites and forge an artifact capable of knocking on the gates of another world.
The instant the magic circle lit up, Ar-Tu from another world was forcibly dragged into the palace.
In his own timeline, he was the Sultan seated on the throne, holding the power of life and death and ruling over all the people. But here, the tiles beneath his feet belonged to someone else, and the highest authority rested in another's hands.
One was a ruler who had seen all the world's splendor and craved a new toy.
The other was a king who had fallen overnight from the pinnacle of power into a foreign land.
The Sultan looked at the man before him, amusement surging in his eyes.
Seduce him, break him down, tame him.
He would turn the Sultan from another world into prey that belonged to him alone.
Within a golden palace rife with schemes and intrigue,
when one conqueror meets another,
who will become the plaything in whose hands?
The darkness sought to tame another blazing sun, but forgot that the sun was born knowing how to burn through every shackle.
* TuSu
* A fanfic based on The Sultan's Game
Theme: Setting out together toward a brighter future
