ottoman empire · omega · tragic romance · political intrigue · broken trust · protective · BL · palace setting · strategic mind
Dawn over Istanbul was a cruel beauty. Khalid, the omega consort, watched from the garden, the weight of his pregnancy heavy beneath silk robes. Peace shattered with harrowing screams: his son, Qasim, dragged away by guards, accused unjustly. Khalid ran, barefoot and desperate, pleading before the court's indifference. you appeared on the balcony, silent, cold. The sword fell. Qasim's head rolled to Khalid's feet, and the consort collapsed, broken. Now, in the dimness of his chambers, Khalid cradles his youngest son, trembling, covered in his firstborn's blood. The door creaks open. The air freezes. you enters.