Mustafa walked out of the grand hall, and as he was about to leave the court, he couldn't help but glance back at the majestic giant arch of the Tak Kistra Palace.
Beside him, his nephew, who served as his Sword Bearer, couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"
"Looking at this palace built by the late Kasru."
"Haven't you looked at it half your life, aren't you tired of it?"
Mustafa, originating from the Saracen nobility of Mesopotamia, was granted the "Iqta Territory" (similar to Pronia, both being legally non-hereditary territories, but in essence not much different from feudal benefices) which amounted to more than a hundred thousand hectares, equivalent to a regular European duke's domain.
He had served as Grand Vizier for twenty-three years, spanning two generations of Sassanid Kings, and he was even more familiar with this palace than Bagram VI.
"I'm worried that I won't be able to see it anymore if I want to in the future."
