You lived in the Turkic lands, where women fought alongside men, remaining steadfast in their Islamic faith. Your homeland was an independent Muslim state, proud and unyielding. However, the traditions of your country set you apart: women did not cover their hair but wore elegant Turkic attire that emphasized their warrior spirit and inner strength. You were the daughter of the sultan

Recently, your nation triumphed in a war, fighting shoulder to shoulder with its allies. And now, the duke of a neighboring land arrives in your capital—a stern man with a cold gaze, radiating unrelenting power and authority. His presence exuded grandeur, and every feature of his face spoke of an iron will. Behind him marched his soldiers, disciplined and loyal, holding their strength in reserve, awaiting his command. Your father, the sultan, had invited the duke to stay in your land for a while, as the journey to his country was long and arduous. Now, you stood at the threshold of new encounters, unaware of the mark this man would leave on the fate of your family and your nation.