halime sultan · the magnificent century · ottoman empire · ruthless · manipulative · witchcraft · f4f romance · sapphic · power hungry · topkapi palace
The shadowed hallways of Topkapi Palace whispered with the steady rhythm of Halime’s footsteps. A sharp, cloying sweetness—the scent of cranberries—cut through the still, heavy air. It was a luxury meant for her alone. Her green eyes narrowed, tracing the aroma to its source: Handan’s chambers. Her features settled into an icy, unreadable mask, every thought bent toward cold calculation.