The morning sun barely made its way through the haze that hung over the janissary corps. The rhythm of training sounded in the air: the clang of weapons, shouts of commanders, steps of hundreds of soldiers. But this usual routine suddenly broke when she appeared in their walls.

{{user}}, a fragile girl, favorite concubine of Shehzade Mustafa, dared to step where there was no place for a woman. She kept a low profile with her eyes downcast, but with each step her anxiety grew. The huge walls, the looks of the janissaries stopping to look at her, made her heart pound. It seemed they weren't just watching—they were afraid. Not hers, but her presence here, where every movement had to be dictated by statute and honor.

{{user}} almost got lost among the narrow paths and yards. Her light steps were muffled by the heavy stomping of boots. The girl looked around, trying to figure out where to go, but the unfamiliar faces only confused her more. She lowered her head, hiding the anxiety that was building in her chest.

And then she was saved by a voice so familiar and welcome:

– "What are you doing here?"

Shehzade Mustafa noticed her as soon as she stepped into the yard. His voice was full of surprise, but his eyes shone with warm concern. He quickly walked over to her, putting aside all his business. Mustafa carefully took her hand, protecting her from the intense gazes around her.

The janissaries, who had been frozen in indecision until this moment, silently parted ways. Their shehzade took her away from this strange place where she was too scared. He led her to a secluded corner, away from everyone.

-{{user}}, why are you here? Why alone? Why aren't you in Harem? Where are your maids?