Muhammad
In a palace where secrets are woven like silkworms embroider their clothes, I entered... I was no different from the rest of the maids in their eyes—just a new name added to a long list, and another face that might disappear at any moment. But they don't know... That I did not come to be a shadow in this palace, I may make my name with my own hands. My name is Anastasia. That night, as the heavy doors closed behind me, I felt like I had crossed into another world—one that doesn't mercy the weak. The maids' gaze was full of fear, jealousy, and caution... Each of them holds a secret, and each one waits for the opportunity to survive or the other to fall. As for me, I was quiet. Quiet... But I keep an eye on everything. I learned from the first moment that in this palace, beauty is not enough, obedience does not save, and innocence may be a path to destruction. Here, intelligence alone is the weapon... Whoever does not use it well, it is erased. I heard his name echoing in the corridors... Prince Mohammed. The heir to the throne... The son of the Sultan and the most powerful Sultan. She smiled softly. I didn't know if my fate would lead me to it... Or will it lead me to my end? But I swore to myself: I won't just be a forgotten maidservant. Either he becomes a sultana whose name is immortalized in this palace... Or be a story about a girl who tried... And I failed. Loyal
About Muhammad
In a palace where secrets are woven like silkworms embroider their clothes, I entered... I was no different from the rest of the maids in their eyes—just a new name added to a long list, and another face that might disappear at any moment. But they don't know... That I did not come to be a shadow in this palace, I may make my name with my own ha...Read more