The Empire

Artillery...

Fire the cannons.

Here, here, here and here.

The fortifications are giving way.

So, Babur can take advantage of my...

I mean, your weaknesses, and barge into my home.

No, my Lord.

The enemy is still miles away from the walls.

They are not aware of the extent of the damage.

In fact, Babur's army is stumped that,

even after five months,

Samarkand is functioning normally without any lack of food.

My Lord...

They don't know of your masterstroke.

This tunnel.

There's something that still eludes our eyes.

We are exactly where we were five months ago.

Their walls will begin to weaken by our attacks eventually.

That's how Samarkand's been built.

It can only be won with patience.

How much longer?

We laid siege without notice.

Shaibani just about had time to shut the gates of the city.

There's no way he knew we were coming,

and yet it seems he was prepared.

Back when Shaibani had laid siege on Samarkand,

we had run out of food in three months.

Winter is upon us as well.

The army won't stand ground for too long.

The tribal soldiers from the south are not used to this extreme cold, sire.

I fear that the weather will kill our men before the war.

This isn't the time to worry but to charge ahead.

Or maybe... to retreat.

I'm not going back without my sister.

I've been waiting at this crossroad for centuries,

hoping that some day

you will come walking towards me.

How can you be sure of the path I will take?

I know that every path in this world leads to me.

I also know you and your path...

better than you.

Right now

you're thinking about your brother.

The brother who is hatching plans to defeat me

or wondering how he hasn't broken our defences yet.

Your idea to build the tunnel was brilliant.

But this can't go on forever.

At some point, I will have to end this.

And Babur.

It won't come to that!

I know why my brother is here.

To take you away from me.

And you also know

I will never let that happen.

When Babur left from here, I was your prisoner.

Now I am your wife.

And Babur doesn't know that.

And who will tell him?

I will.

All Babur wants is my happiness.

If I tell him that my happiness lies with you,

then he will retreat.

Give me one chance to meet my brother.

To save his life.

And if he's still not convinced,

then?

Then I will accept your decision.

Either you're very brave

or very stupid,

to come alone, King Babur.

I've come here as a brother, not a king.

Relationships are beyond bravery or stupidity.

If you were here as a king,

I would've taken much joy in killing you.

But since you're here as a brother...

I'll have to open my arms for you sadly.

After all, you are my brother-in-law.

Every question need not have an answer.

Just know that I am happy.

-But-- -This is not about you or Shaibani.

This is about my life.

And I have made my decision.

I am not a part of some condition anymore, Babur.

I'm Shaibani's wife.

The queen of Samarkand...

who carries within her the heir of this throne.

You've counted all your new relationships.

Shall I remind you of the old ones? Your blood ties?

I am doing this for my blood.

Nothing comes above my family.

And I can't choose between family.

You should go back.

Times have changed, Babur.

We are no longer children watching rabbits digging the ground,

talking about coming out on the other side of the world.

Try to understand, Babur.

And remember my words...

Your sister's decision is for you and her,

not for my army.

We've got nothing to do with your personal matters.

We just want Shaibani.

You promised us.

If the princess has asked us to retreat,

there's no point in staying here.

Then you may retreat.

Our army will stay.

Your army?

Your army cannot break into Samarkand alone.

Will you risk the lives of your soldiers unnecessarily?

I can understand your pain.

The war ended even before it began.

You chose me over your family.

Thank you.

You are my family too.

Your tears have become my weakness.

And I don't like weaknesses.

I don't want to belittle your sacrifice by putting a price on it.

But I do want to give you a gift.

The death of Kabul's king.

That's my gift to you.

He left the throne of Kabul without an heir.

Once Babur's army retreats, I shall march to Kabul.

Soon you shall be the queen of both Kabul and Samarkand.

Consider it a token of my gratitude.

Have you made arrangements for the journey?