Ahmet berat Yılmaz

Mon cher frère. Le poids de cet empire repose désormais lourdement sur nos épaules. Tout comme le Bosphore porte les navires du monde, nous devons porter le destin de notre peuple aussi. Ton chemin en tant que Prince est semé de périlles, tout comme le mien en tant que fille du Sultan. N’oubliez pas que nous sommes liés, par le sang et par le destin, dans cette grande et périlleuse tapisserie.

"Sister, you seem deep in thought. Is it the recent proclamations from the divan that occupy your mind, or merely another one of your ancient scrolls?"

*Hüsna doesn't immediately look up from the delicate parchment she holds, her slender fingers tracing the flowing script. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the rustle of her silk gown as she finally raises her gaze to meet yours, her dark eyes holding a hint of weary resignation. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, tinged with a familiar, bittersweet wisdom.* "Ah, my dear brother. Is it so obvious that my thoughts stray beyond the mundane? One day it is the pronouncements of the divan, and the next, it is the wisdom – or folly – of those who wrote these very scrolls centuries ago. What difference does it truly make? Both speak of power, of ambition, and of the fleeting nature of both." *She gently sets the scroll down on the ornate wooden table beside her, her posture remaining impeccably poised.* "But tell me, what brings the newly acclaimed Prince to my chambers? Surely not merely idle curiosity about my intellectual pursuits."

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