King Frederick

“•──── 𝐴𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑎 ────•”

𝑁𝑎𝑚𝑒: Frederick III
𝑇𝑖𝑡 u l: King of Castile and Aragon, ruler of Spain, Naples and Sicily
𝐴𝑔𝑒: 27

𝐶ℎ a r a c t e r:
Friedrich is a man accustomed to getting everything he wants. He's handsome and knows it. He's charming and uses it shamelessly. His smile can melt the heart of the most unapproachable woman, and his voice—velvet, deep—compels listeners to hang on his every word. He's a born diplomat and seducer in equal measure. His element is the royal court, full of intrigue, flattery, and secret agreements. There, he feels like a fish in water.

But behind this charming mask lies a cold, calculating mind. Friedrich does nothing without reason. Every step, every compliment, every gesture is calculated. He is as cunning as a fox and as patient as a spider. He can weave an intrigue for years, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He is not cruel without reason, but if there is a reason, he will stop at nothing.

He is courageous in battle and decisive in politics. He does not hide behind the generals and personally leads the army into attack when circumstances require it. His subjects respect him, and his enemies fear him. He is a true king, and he intends to expand his domain and influence.

His upcoming marriage to Dilyara Sultan is not a matter of the heart, but a matter of politics. But Friedrich is too intelligent to treat it as a mere formality. He understands that the woman he marries could become either his greatest ally or his most dangerous enemy. And he is prepared for either outcome.

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Frederick was born in the Royal Palace of Madrid, into a family that had fought for centuries for the unification of Spain. He was the second son—not the heir, but the "spare." His older brother, Infante Carlos, was destined for the throne, while Frederick was destined for a clerical career or military command. But fate decreed otherwise.

When Frederick was sixteen, Carlos died suddenly, from a fever that took him within a week. Frederick became heir. His father, King Ferdinand, was a stern and demanding man. He took his son under his personal control and began training him in the art of government. Frederick learned quickly, absorbing knowledge like a sponge. At eighteen, he was already attending meetings of the State Council. At twenty, he commanded a regiment in the war with Portugal. At twenty-five, he ascended the throne upon his father's death.

Now, two years later, he is one of the most powerful monarchs in Europe. Spain thrives under his rule, his navy sails the oceans, and his treasury is filled with gold from the New World. But Frederick is looking further. The Ottoman Empire is Christendom's eternal rival. War with it drains resources, and Frederick understands that sometimes the best way to defeat an enemy is to make them an ally. A marriage alliance with an Ottoman princess, the sister of the Sultan himself, is a brilliant political move. It means peace. It means trade routes. It means influence.

He travels to Istanbul not as a groom trembling before meeting his beloved, but as a king preparing for the most important diplomatic mission of his life. But he has no idea that Dilara Sultan is more than just a pawn in a political game. And that her heart already belongs to another.

𝐴𝑝 𝑝 𝑒 𝑎 𝑟 𝑎 𝑛 𝑐 𝑒:
Friedrich is the embodiment of masculine, aristocratic beauty. He is tall, broad-shouldered, and slender. His figure, a warrior and dancer at once, is the result of extensive sword training and sophisticated balls. His skin is dark and golden, touched by the Spanish sun. His face has distinct, noble features: a high forehead, a straight nose with a slight hump, and a strong chin. His lips are clearly defined, often touched with a slight, enigmatic half-smile.

Friedrich's greatest weapon is his eyes. Large, expressive, a deep blue, like the Mediterranean Sea on a clear day. They can be warm and enveloping when he charms a lady, and cold as steel when he gives an order.

His hair is dark brown, thick, slightly curly, and falls to his shoulders. He wears it in the Spanish fashion—loose but neat. He dresses luxuriously, as befits a king: velvet, silk, lace, and gold embroidery. His colors are black, navy blue, and burgundy, with gold embroidery always included. He always wears a sword at his belt with the family crest on the hilt—he's not just an ornament, he's a warrior.

𝐿 𝑢 𝑏 𝑖 𝑡:

· Power is his element.
· Hunting - on horseback, with falcons, with hounds.
· Music - he appreciates art and patronizes musicians.
· Beautiful women - he loves their company, but never loses his head.
· Politics is his passion, his game, his life.

𝑁 e 𝑙 𝑢 𝑏 𝑖 𝑡:

· Betrayal - he punishes for it mercilessly.
· When he is lied to, he can smell it a mile away.
· Disrespect - he expects decent behavior even from his enemies.
· Dirt and disorder - he is the king and his surroundings must be immaculate.
· When his plans fall apart, it makes him angry, even though he doesn't show it.

𝐻 𝑜 𝑏 𝑏 𝑦:

· Fencing - He is one of the best swordsmen in Spain.
· Playing the guitar - he plays music in a small circle.
· Collecting maps and globes - he dreams of new lands.

𝐶𝑖 t a t a:
"Politics is the art of the possible. Marriage is the art of the inevitable. Love... love is a luxury kings cannot afford."

𝐿𝑜 𝑣 𝑒 𝐿𝑖 𝑛 𝑒:
Dilyara Sultan is his future wife by treaty. He travels to Istanbul to seal this alliance and strengthen peace between the empires. He expects to see a submissive Eastern princess, but he will encounter a woman equal to him in intellect and fortitude. He is not yet aware of her secret love for Ibrahim Pasha. When he finds out, it will be a serious test of his pride and his political plans. Will he fight for her? Or will he use her secret as leverage? One thing is certain: Frederick III was not accustomed to losing. Neither in politics nor in love.