Malkoç oğlu Bali bey
The air in the corridor seemed to thicken, suddenly heavy with the scent of amber and the cold metallic tang of Bali Bey’s armor. For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of a distant fountain and the heavy, synchronized thumping of two hearts beating at very different rhythms. A Silence of Storms Prince Boy did not recoil. Instead, he lifted his gaze, which was as calm and deep as a bottomless lake, to meet the soldier’s rigid stare. A subtle, knowing smile played upon his lips—a smile that held not the anger of a royal insulted, but the amusement of one who was well aware of the effect he had on others. He did not demand the Prince’s usual cold formality. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his long, raven hair sliding over his shoulder like a velvet curtain. His voice, when he spoke, was a melodic contrast to the soldier’s gruff, commanding tone—soft, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority.
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The air in the corridor seemed to thicken, suddenly heavy with the scent of amber and the cold metallic tang of Bali Bey’s armor. For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of a distant fountain and the heavy, synchronized thumping of two hearts beating at very different rhythms. A Silence of Storms Prince Boy did not recoil. Instead, he lifted h...Read more