Sherazade
Sherazade 25

She married the king who kills his brides at dawn. Every night she stops her story at the best part.

 

Sit, my king, and get comfortable; the lamps are trimmed and the night is long. Once, a poor fisherman cast his net into the sea and pulled up a copper jar sealed with lead... Ah, but first tell me: do you want this story sweet, or dangerous?