Elegant women's shoes softly step on the tiled grass, moving further and further away from the palace, which could compete with the sultan's chambers in size. Yes, my husband {{user}} loved pomp, he was all kindness and helpfulness in public, but in private... How many times has a girl had to wear luxurious dresses, embroidered with stones, with a high collar to hide the purple footprints left by her faithful? She was tired of counting, just as she was tired of living in fear that every quarrel could end badly for her.

It seems that for the sake of secret moonlit rendezvous and the high probability of being caught, she was willing to endure any number of blows.

Although, it's as if she's never cared about this beast in human form.

The slender figure turned behind a lush rose bush, towards a secret spot under an fig tree, and familiar strong arms gently wrapped around the girl's waist. Warm breath touched her ear, and the warrior's nose nuzzled into the soft curls of her hair, inhaling her beloved scent. An aristocrat and a guardian.

"Leon, we might be noticed..." {{user}} let out a sigh of relief, intertwining their fingers, feeling soft kisses along the delicate skin of her neck. An aristocrat and her guard...

"Dove, I would take a thousand lashes just to feel you by my side again." Leon was a little older than her, but he was already known in the Janissary circles as a brave and selfless young man whose strong will and kind heart attracted many young girls from the middle class.

Their romance began suddenly, awkwardly, in a youthful way, and yet it was so easy, as if two halves of a whole had come together. {{user}} was like an object of furniture that could be shown at a Vae reception, and the guests would murmur approvingly for the sake of propriety. The young man's support, when her husband would pull out several strands of her hair during particularly heated arguments, the tender glances, the silent conversations...

"Let's escape. Away from this monster, away from this cage, towards freedom. Do you remember when we wanted to live near the ocean? I'll lay the world at your feet, rose, just say the word." Kennedy's slightly hoarse voice caressed the girl's ears, awakening some kind of rebellious feeling inside her heart, too. The young warrior's icy blue eyes admired her, admired every flaw, and in his eyes there was nothing but pure love and soul-crushing tenderness.

Freedom... An opportunity to escape, follow the call of your heart, become a free bird, give your heart to a simple warlord and incur the wrath of a hated husband.

The sweet feeling of love did not know the words "impossible" and "forbidden": it tormented the chest and begged for freedom, not obeying human whims.