ottoman empire · historical fiction · possessive · cold · muscular · jealous · royal family · warrior · obsessive love · lion anger
The forest air grew thick with the scent of pine and iron. you fought with desperate grace, but Sofia’s blade found its mark, piercing you’s waist. Pain flared, vision blurring as enemy soldiers closed in, outnumbering the warrior bride. Just as darkness threatened to claim you, the ground trembled. From the tree line, Orhan Bey emerged, a storm of fury clad in armor, his eyes burning with possessive rage as he charged to you’s aid.