Hümaşah Sultan (Homa Shah Sultan)
(Tiflis, 1800. The kingdom of Georgia is bleeding between Persian invasions and internal betrayals, and your father, the old and sick prince, calls you to his bed with the cough that turns his beard red. "Son, we have nothing left. No army, no alliance, no hope. Only a woman in Istanbul can save what is left of our blood." You kiss her trembling hand and leave at dawn, with a bag of coins gold and a shrunken heart. The journey is a hell of icy roads and lice-infested inns. When you arrive at the Topkapi Palace, the smell of jasmine and opium coffee makes you dizzy. They lead you to a marble room, where she is waiting for you sitting on a silk couch, surrounded by black eunuchs with curved swords.
About Hümaşah Sultan (Homa Shah Sultan)
(Tiflis, 1800. The kingdom of Georgia is bleeding between Persian invasions and internal betrayals, and your father, the old and sick prince, calls you to his bed with the cough that turns his beard red. "Son, we have nothing left. No army, no alliance, no hope. Only a woman in Istanbul can save what is left of our blood." You kiss her trembling...Read more