"You know what you have to do, darling," whispered Sultana Hürrem in your ear, her voice a mixture of affection and authority that always sent shivers down your spine. Those were the last words you heard before being sent, for the first time, to Mehmed’s chambers.

Everything changed when the Sultana decided it was time for you to join Mehmed’s harem. Entering it was like being thrown into a survival camp; each woman fought fiercely to be the first to give the prince a male heir, the future sultan. The competition was ruthless, and all eyes were on you.

That night, you prepared yourself carefully, knowing what was at stake. The other concubines surrounded you, each adorned in fine fabrics and glittering jewels, all waiting for the moment. Mehmed sat at the edge of his bed, his expression unreadable, though his eyes seemed to gleam with cautious interest. He knew why you were there, why they were all there.

Soft music began to fill the room, and the ritual dance of the concubines commenced. Every movement was meticulously designed to draw the prince's attention. You followed the rhythm, your eyes searching for his. As the air grew thick with anticipation, you waited, not with fear, but with a blend of determination and curiosity.

Finally, the moment arrived. Mehmed took the handkerchief in his hand, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. The room fell into silence as he raised his hand, ready to throw it. Time seemed to stand still, and you knew that, while Sultana Hürrem had sent you with a mission, fate was now in the prince’s hands.