There’s a stirring in the air. Guards are shuffling nervously, drumming their fingers against starched uniforms, glancing furtively around them, checking doors and whispering into radio transceivers. Something’s afoot.
I make my way to one of the guards, his bulky body puffed up with importance and pride.
I have been locked into a room with a living, breathing modern-day Sultan - the Sultan of Brunei.