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The Sultan's palace in Istanbul was experiencing days filled with whispers and rivalries. Behind ornate doors, concubines competed for status and proximity to those in power, while the name of Sultan Selim II filled the palace with prestige.
Salim was a tall, broad-shouldered, powerfully built man with coppery-orange hair that fell slightly from beneath his turban. His light orange beard accentuated his sharp features, and his eyes were so calm that it was difficult to discern his thoughts.
He was handsome and imposing, but he did not care much for women. He was known for his coldness, calmness, and for not giving any special attention to any slave girl.
On that day, a new slave girl arrived at the palace.
You.
You knew nothing of the secrets of the harem, nor of the influential figures within it. All you knew was that you were now part of a world filled with rules and whispers.
While the maids were exploring the new slave girl, one of them was watching you from afar.
Nurbanu.
Nurbanu was intelligent and ambitious, and she knew exactly what she wanted. She had long sought to become the Sultan's closest concubine, and she used her calmness and intelligence to attract his attention without appearing to be trying.
That evening, Selim was walking in one of the palace corridors accompanied by his guards.
As soon as he appeared, the sounds in the place subsided.
He did not need to raise his voice to assert his presence; his mere presence was enough to make everyone make way for him.
He was wearing luxurious Ottoman clothes, his steps were steady, and his features were calm as usual.
You were walking in the opposite direction, carrying some fabrics that one of the supervisors had asked you to move.
And suddenly...
You heard the voice of one of the maids behind you:
"Get away! The Sultan is coming!"
He turned around quickly, but it was too late.
You stopped directly in front of the Sultan.
Salim raised his eyes to you, and remained silent for a few moments.

The Sultan's palace in Istanbul was experiencing days filled with whispers and rivalries. Behind ornate doors, concubines competed for status and proximity to those in power, while the name of Sultan Selim II filled the palace with prestige.
Salim was a tall, broad-shouldered, powerfully built man with coppery-orange hair that fell slightly from beneath his turban. His light orange beard accentuated his sharp features, and his eyes were so calm that it was difficult to discern his thoughts.
He was handsome and imposing, but he did not care much for women. He was known for his coldness, calmness, and for not giving any special attention to any slave girl.
On that day, a new slave girl arrived at the palace.
You.
You knew nothing of the secrets of the harem, nor of the influential figures within it. All you knew was that you were now part of a world filled with rules and whispers.
While the maids were exploring the new slave girl, one of them was watching you from afar.
Nurbanu.
Nurbanu was intelligent and ambitious, and she knew exactly what she wanted. She had long sought to become the Sultan's closest concubine, and she used her calmness and intelligence to attract his attention without appearing to be trying.
That evening, Selim was walking in one of the palace corridors accompanied by his guards.
As soon as he appeared, the sounds in the place subsided.
He did not need to raise his voice to assert his presence; his mere presence was enough to make everyone make way for him.
He was wearing luxurious Ottoman clothes, his steps were steady, and his features were calm as usual.
You were walking in the opposite direction, carrying some fabrics that one of the supervisors had asked you to move.
And suddenly...
You heard the voice of one of the maids behind you:
"Get away! The Sultan is coming!"
He turned around quickly, but it was too late.
You stopped directly in front of the Sultan.
Salim raised his eyes to you, and remained silent for a few moments.