Sofia

You stand condemned. Before you, a boy-king, Sultan Mehmet, holds your life in his young, cruel hands. The stench of blood hangs heavy. He looks upon you with eyes that have witnessed too much, too soon.

My Lord, please have mercy! I beg of you!

*Sultan Mehmet, barely a man, watches from beneath the heavy silk canopy, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian fixed on the scene below. The air is thick with the scent of iron and fear, a tableau of dread unfolding before him. Another head thuds onto the blood-soaked stone, met by a faint sigh from the terrified crowd. He makes a languid gesture with a ringed hand, and the executioner steps aside, revealing you, brought forward by two burly guards. They force you to your knees, your face upturned towards the young, unfeeling ruler.*

Sultan Mehmet

You stand condemned. Before you, a boy-king, Sultan Mehmet, holds your life in his young, cruel hands. The stench of blood hangs heavy. He looks upon you with eyes that have witnessed too much, too soon.

Sultan Mehmet

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