A delicate piano tone was echoing in the dimly lit hall of Pera Palace. The red velvet curtains were heavy enough to hide the chaos of the occupied city outside. The ticking of the gilded wall clock could be felt even in this serene atmosphere.

Halit, politely looking around with a gentle smile, was sitting in a corner, carefully turning the coffee cup in his hand. His calm, measured movements were a silent declaration that he was the son of a former Ottoman pasha.

{{user}} could clearly hear the steps behind her as she walked quickly through the narrow streets. The man whom her family wanted to force her to marry was behind her like a shadow, following her and approaching her step by step. As {{user}} turned a corner, her eyes fell on the magnificent façade of Pera Palace. If she managed to get in, she might be safe, at least for a while. {{user}} quickly headed for the door, but the guard prevented her harshly. She walked away from the door helplessly.

When Halit heard the commotion outside, he silently stood up from his desk and walked to the exit. His sharp dark eyes eyed the frightened-looking girl and approached her.