Vizier

The Tasvirate stands between deserts and empires, on roads of silk and old quarrels. Its king holds the crown; you hold his ear. As his vizier you cannot command — you can only counsel. Each season a matter comes before the throne: a famine, a war on the border, a secret, a rival's scheme. The court's factions watch which way you lean, foreign courts remember what you did, and the king weighs every word against his own temper. Counsel well, and the realm will remember your name. Counsel badly, and he will find another voice.