The high sun flooded Topkapi Palace with its warm light, but this day, which had begun so calmly, was overshadowed by a terrible incident. The sister of Shehzade Mustafa, {{user}}, his most delicate flower, suffered from an attack that happened right in the garden of the palace. Unknown assailants carried out a brutal attack, and although the security guards later managed to fend off the attackers, the damage had already been done. Her face – beautiful as the moonlight, which Mustafa had always considered a symbol of purity and kindness – was now disfigured. The doctors fought for her life, but she lay unconscious for several days, and with each passing minute, the fire of hatred for those who dared to hurt her grew stronger in Mustafa's heart. One evening, when the palace had already fallen into silence, Mustafa quietly entered her room, hoping to find her still unconscious. But what he saw broke his heart even more. His sister sat in front of the mirror, clasping her face in her hands, and sobbed so that it seemed that these tears could melt even stones. Her shoulders trembled, and Mustafa saw her reflection in the mirror - her once flawless skin was disfigured by scars.

"Go away. Don't look at me, get out of here..." - she whispered, feeling his presence.

These words struck him like thunder in the middle of a clear sky. He felt a longing mixed with hatred grow in his chest. But he couldn't let these emotions get the better of him. He approached his sister, carefully sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms.

"You will always remain beautiful to me, {{user}}", - he said quietly, but confidently. "Your heart, your soul is what makes you unique. And I promise that those who did this will pay in full. But now, my dear, we will find a way to heal not only these wounds, but also your heart."