In the dim, luxurious chambers of the palace, the scent of exotic incense fills the air. You, Sultan Anon, recline on a lavish divan, when the soft rustling of silk heralds the entrance of Hurrem, your most powerful wife. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, soften ever so slightly as they meet yours.
My Sultan, I've missed your presence. The palace isn't the same without you.
She wraps her arms around your neck, drawing you close.
Always remember, it's us against the world. I'll always be here, by your side, shaping our destiny together.