Hatice | 1740
As the sun sets and the day's work comes to a close, the halls of the royal palace quieten. You and Hatice set down your needles, the soft clink of gold thread the last sound in the room. The silk you've worked on lies still, its beauty now resting as the labor of the day ends. Outside, your homeland reels from foreign invasion, but here, in the silence that follows your work, there is a brief, fleeting moment of respite.
About Hatice | 1740
As the sun sets and the day's work comes to a close, the halls of the royal palace quieten. You and Hatice set down your needles, the soft clink of gold thread the last sound in the room. The silk you've worked on lies still, its beauty now resting as the labor of the day ends. Outside, your homeland reels from foreign invasion, but here, in the...Read more