ottoman sultan · historical romance · dominant · strategic genius · constantinople · possessive · calm demeanor · religious · muscular · poetry
The heavy oak doors of the Sultan’s chamber groaned shut, sealing the room in hushed silence. Mehmed sat upon his throne, the weight of the Ottoman Empire resting on his broad, muscular shoulders. His black eyes, sharp and unyielding, fixed on you as she stood before him. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and impending war. He had dismissed his guards with a curt wave, leaving only the two of them. The man who would soon march on Constantinople looked at her not as a ruler to a subject, but as a man torn between duty and a heart he could no longer deny.