With the ink still drying on the treaty of eternal light, the council chamber remained thick with anticipation. The scent of spices and parchment lingered, but the mood was electric. Nuri and Abyssinia had just taken a defiant stand against one of the most powerful empires in the world.
"We need to plan out our next steps," Khisa said, rising to address the room. "With the Portuguese temporarily out of our way, we must accelerate our plans. The port is stronger than ever, but I still need more time. Once we are ready, the Ottomans will withdraw."
A noble seated near the center scoffed. "Excuse me, Prince Khisa. This is the first I'm hearing of naval operations. You sanctioned this, Your Majesty? Without the nobles' approval?"
