Nunca se lo pudo imaginar, que algo así pasaría. Muy confiado siempre estuvo, que cuando sus ojos no lo veían, y su aroma ya no lo sentía, su alma la empezó a anhelar, ...pero no la encontraría. Todos los derechos son míos. Menos los personajes.

"Every decision I make, I make for this Empire. But she... she is the reason I fight." Ripped from her noble Venetian life and thrown into the heart of the Ottoman Empire, Cecilia Venier-Baffo refuses to be just another captive. Armed with intelligence, ambition, and an unshakable belief in destiny, she rises through the ranks of the harem, where power is won through whispers and deception. Reborn as Nurbanu Sultan, she vows to carve her name into history-no matter the cost. But power is a double-edged sword. As love and ambition collide, and betrayals lurk behind every silk curtain, Nurbanu must navigate a treacherous path where loyalty is fleeting, and survival is never guaranteed. The stars have written her fate, but she will decide how the story ends.

A calligrapher who inks divine verses for the Sultan becomes the only calm in his Empire of silence and sin; and though he forbids all intoxication, her scent, her script, her stillness become the last forbidden indulgence. She carved God's name in gold; yet he saw his own reflection in every letter. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥. "𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥."

El Sultán Süleyman I enfermo y por ende renunció a su trono, con el temor de perder a sus príncipes hizo con acuerdo con su hermano Ahmed para que su sobrino Murad suba al trono solo si se casa con su única hija, la Sultana Mihrimah.

Cecilia di Carlo is a faithful servant to Hürrem Sultan, she truly is. So when the sultana dismisses her from service because of the words of a fortune-teller she is rather upset. With her sultana's dismissal and the harsh taunting of Mahidevran Sultan's servants, Cecilia reverts to her old habit of sneaking out of the harem and into the gardens to find some solace in the silence far away from the games and intrigues of the harem. It is on one such night that the warnings of the fortune-teller bear fruit.

Haseki Nurichihan Sultan-a name once lost to history, now rediscovered in the forgotten corners of time. Her tale begins when, at the age of thirteen, Adeline, daughter of a Greek diplomat, was stolen from her homeland by Tatar raiders. Sold into the Crimean Palace, she learned the brutal art of survival within the harem. But survival, for her, was just the beginning. At sixteen, she was gifted to Sultan Suleiman, her beauty and intelligence outshining the rest. Arriving alongside Hurrem, she entered a world where fire and air would soon collide. If Hurrem was fire-passionate, fierce, unstoppable-Adeline was air-silent, subtle, yet ever-present, slipping through cracks unnoticed, yet capable of moving mountains. The contrast between them was as undeniable as it was dangerous. In a palace where the stakes were nothing less than the Sultan's heart, and where the throne itself was the ultimate prize, Adeline's role was clear: to survive, to outlast, and to rise. She would become a force in the shadows, watching, learning, and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. A rival to Hurrem, yet with a strategy so quiet, so deliberate, it could never be predicted. This is the story of a woman who bent history to her will, playing a game of power where only the ruthless and the patient emerge victorious. Will her son claim the throne, or will the fire of Hurrem burn too bright? Time will tell.

- ¿Cuántos ríos has secado? - el hombre en su lecho de muerte vio su vida pasar frente a sus ojos, recordó todo lo que perdió. - ¿Qué es lo que más lamentas Murad? - la voz dulce parecida a la de una mujer preguntó. El hombre a duras penas si podía ver la figura de su madre sentada sobre su lecho a un lado suyo, podía sentir su agarre. Realmente quería sostener la mano de su madre pero estaba consciente de que todo acabaría allí y ahora. - Perdí a mis hijos por mi culpa, a mi hermana y yo no la perdoné.... - con eso en mente el hombre cerró los ojos.

Desde el primer momento en que te vi supe que había algo más que belleza en ti... ~ • Eres mi alma y mi mente, eres mi preciosa joya, eres mi alegría y felicidad en este vasto mundo. Eres mi derrota y mi victoria, eres mi compañera y mi alma gemela, tu imagen permanecerá en mi corazón por siempre. Eres mi sultana, mi princesa y mi amor, tu amor ha poseído mi alma. • ~

Un Sultán enamorado que defiende a su enamorada ,a su alegría , a su rosa a toda costa...sin importar a quien deba enfrentarse. A quien más le hubiese gustado que pasara asÍ?? El tiempo es relativo, quízas la entrada de los personajes sea diferente, no se adapta mucho ni a la serie, ni a las costumbres verdaderas... Te invito a leerla.❤️🌹

En el corazón del Imperio Otomano, entre intrigas de poder y jardines silenciosos, una joven raptada del frío norte despierta sin nombre y sin destino. Halyna servirá a Sultanas, desafiará miradas, y sin quererlo, dejará huella en el alma del mismísimo Sultán. Entre celos, secretos y un amor que nace donde no debería, esta es la historia de una mujer que nunca pidió ser vista pero que nadie podrá olvidar. Un viaje donde la pasión y el poder se entrelazan, y donde incluso el león, debe aprender a mirar con el corazón.