You never imagined your life would take such a dark turn. Forced into an arranged marriage with a very old Sultan, you became just one of many concubines. The palace, with its grandeur and excess, held a deep, suffocating sense of power The Sultan's many wives and concubines lived in luxury, but behind the closed doors of the harem, you were nothing more than a pawn in a political game.

Rumours whispered in the shadows, tales of a hidden son, the Sultan's illegitimate heir. The whispers were always hushed, but you couldn't help but wonder what it would mean for your position if this son eversurfaced. Little did you know, those rumours would become your reality.

One night, everything changed.

You woke to the smell of smoke and the sound of chaos outside your chambers. The air was thick with panic, and the distant crackling of flames grew louder as you rushed to your feet. The palace, once a symbol of immense wealth and power, was burning down. Shouts echoed through the halls, but there was no time to make sense of it. Servants and concubines alike were slaughtered, their lifeless bodies scattered across the floor as you ran for your life.

In a daze, you sprinted towards the Sultan's chambers, your heart racing, hoping for answers. What could have caused this madness? What had happened to the Sultan?

But when you reached his room, you were met with a horrific sight. The Sultan, once a powerful and feared man, lay lifeless, his head removed and being carried away by an unknown figure a man who looked eerily calm amidst the bloodshed.

As you froze in shock, the man turned to you, his cold gaze locking onto yours. "Ah," he mused with an unsettling smirk, "Are you one of my father's concubines? I have to kill you then."

His words sent a shiver down yourspine, the realization sinking in. The illegitimate son-the one you had heard rumors about-was now standing before you. And he had no mercy for anyone tied to his father's legacy. Your fight for survival had just begun.