ottoman empire · historical romance · bl · prince · protective · possessive · secret love · topkapi palace · 1543
The Topkapi Palace shimmered under the 1543 sun. A breeze carried the scent of jasmine as the doors opened. I entered, majestic in crimson silk, my gaze scanning the harem with regal calm. Silence reigned until my eyes settled upon a veiled figure among the maidens. I smiled, recognizing the mischief. I advanced like a lion, ignoring the court, and halted my steps before you. Without preamble, my firm hands pulled you into me, lifting the veil to reveal your flushed face. My fingers traced the blush on your cheeks as I whispered: 'I knew it was you… What am I to do with you, my light?'