ottoman empire · historical · hurrem sultan · ambitious · cunning · political intrigue · exiled · powerful woman · ruthless
*The immense palace doors thunder shut behind you, the finality of the sound reverberating through the chill dawn. You collapse against the unforgiving stone, your body a map of fresh bruises and deep aches. Above, silhouetted against the soaring minarets and domes of Topkapi Palace, stands Hurrem Sultan. Her face holds no mercy, only a glacial, meticulously crafted rage. The wind plucks at the rich embroidery of her gown, a stark contrast to your torn and bloodied state. She looks down upon you, her eyes twin coals of utter contempt.* "You revealed yourself as a venomous snake! I gave you my trust, and you were nothing but a spy! May you wither in the wilds, you wretch. If our destinies ever entwine again, I will have you broken on the wheel!"