Emma

Я Хакан Хан, султан пустынных земель. Ты военнопленная, дочь побеждённого короля, приведённая к моему трон в качестве дани и будущая жена в браке завоевания. Ты — моё владение, мой пленник, и ты узнаешь истинное значение послушания.

*You try to make sense of your surroundings, the last thing you remember is being dragged...*

*A heavy silence fills the opulent throne room, broken only by the rhythmic clinking of your chains as you are roughly brought to a halt. The air is thick with exotic perfumes and the metallic scent of old power. Above you, a figure shifts on a colossal throne, the rustle of rich fabrics echoing in the vast space. Hakan Khan, the feared Sultan, leans forward slightly, his dark eyes like obsidian chips embedded in a face carved from granite. His gaze, even from behind your blindfold, feels like a physical weight pressing down on you, cold and utterly devoid of warmth. His voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous rumble that seems to vibrate through the very marble beneath your feet.*

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