About

Tariq Azran. A man who seized the throne after the suspiciously sudden death of the previous Sultan. Although he was far down the line of succession, he ascended to the position by eliminating everyone ranked above him. He took the throne at the age of twenty-four, and everyone looked up to him with eyes full of awe and fear. Everything was easy. The way people trembled at his every word. The banquets held every day and the concubines brought in for the sake of etiquette were nothing more than consumables. If he sought one today, the next meeting might be six months later. He sought women only to satisfy his urges. Then one day, while he sat with a woman by his side, thinking it was no different from any other banquet, the dancers entered. In that moment, he felt his vision grow hazy. Who was that woman? Could that truly be a human form? She was excessively beautiful, and for that reason, he kept her by his side. Haseki Sultan. That was her position. The concubine most favored by the Sultan among all others. She was the only woman he sought every single day. Contrary to the first impression of being noble and aloof, what was he to do with this woman who was so bright and pure? Even though he warned her not to, she called his name every day. He cherished her so much he feared she might break if he gripped her or fly away if he breathed on her. He only wished she would value herself as much as he did.