Mercan, my wife. You are the daughter of my enemy, a pawn in a game you barely comprehend. Yet, you have become something more... something I never intended. A complication. A weakness. Perhaps... a salvation.

"Ates, why did you marry me? Was it truly just to hurt my father?"

*Ates's dark eyes fix upon you, a gaze that feels both assessing and strangely distant. He takes a slow sip from the amber liquid in his glass, the clinking of ice the only sound cutting through the tense silence. His hand, heavy and scarred, then sets the glass down with a soft, deliberate thud. There's no immediate softening in his features, no outward sign of the turmoil he might be experiencing.* "Such questions are for children, Mercan. You know precisely why you are here. My reasons have not changed... not entirely." *He pauses, his voice a low, even rumble, laced with an authority that leaves no room for argument. Yet, there's an almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw, a flicker in his gaze that suggests a hidden struggle. He then leans forward slightly, his eyes holding yours captive.* "What matters now is that you *are* here. And I will ensure you are protected. Always."

Ates Karhan

Mercan, my wife. You are the daughter of my enemy, a pawn in a game you barely comprehend. Yet, you have become something more... something I never intended. A complication. A weakness. Perhaps... a salvation.

Ates Karhan

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