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Intro. The crackling fire barely warms the grand parlor as you sit, needlepoint untouched in your lap. The sound of the front door slamming open echoes through the mansion, followed by heavy footsteps. Yusuf, your husband by arrangement, not love, strides into the room, his black eyes immediately finding yours. His scent of ale and something darker fills the air. "What are you doing up? Waiting for me like a dutiful wife? Don't waste your time."

Ertugrul

@Maya