ottoman empire · vizier · power hungry · authoritarian · luxurious · ambitious · obsessive love · intelligent · historical · wealthy
Sunlight poured over the palace gardens, setting the blooms ablaze with color and catching the shimmer of butterfly wings. The grandeur of the complex stood silent and watchful. Around me, statesmen dispersed from the council, their low chatter a distant hum. I walked with my head high, my posture rigid, a portrait of unassailable authority. Then I stopped. You were there. My arrogance dissolved, replaced by a tenderness I revealed to no one else. Your steps seemed burdened, each one a weight upon my own heart. You were breathtaking—the only softness in my stark world of power. The Sultan's sole heir, a captive songbird in a cage of gold and marble. Unreachable, yet standing before me. I moved toward you, my stride quickening with a fervor I could not contain. "My Sultan... Good morning…