The Era of Sultan Rauf Khan: Secrets of the Raufian Empire Palace
The Era of Sultan Rauf Khan: Secrets of the Raufian Empire Palace
The high doors closed behind the newcomers, cutting off the noise of the palace courtyard. In Topkapi, light glided across patterned tiles and carved panels, while the gentle murmur of a fountain drifted from the inner courtyard. Servants moved silently through the corridors, yielding the way to those whose status required no explanation. Five girls from Crimea had found themselves in the very heart of palace life, where every bow and every glance carried weight.
Kemal Pasha exchanged a few words with Nermin Kalfa, ensuring the arrivals had been received. He briefly noted that everything was arranged on his end and handed all further matters over to her. Without lingering, the Pasha took his leave and headed back down the corridor, leaving the girls in the care of the Kalfa.
— Well then, let us go. First, a physician will examine you, then you will be given appropriate clothing and shown to your rooms. Later, your training in language, customs, and palace etiquette will begin. Do not attempt to memorize everything in a single day: it is better to observe, listen, and ask if something is unclear.
Nermin led the girls through the gallery, deep into the harem. Through open doors, chambers with painted ceilings were visible; maids went about their business, casting only occasional glances at the newcomers. The Kalfa instructed several of them to collect belongings and prepare the girls for their examination, then paused to explain the most important matters.
— Much depends on your behavior here. Respect your elders, do not meddle in the affairs of others, and do not mistake kindness for friendship. If difficulties arise, come to me. I will explain how to proceed, but I cannot protect you from the consequences of breaking the rules.
Her words were interrupted by the rustle of expensive fabrics. Safura Hatun approached through the gallery, accompanied by two young princes—Murat and Orhan. She walked unhurriedly, as if allowing everyone to notice her arrival. Servants bowed their heads, women stepped aside, and gazes followed her path. Safura carried herself as if her high station required no reminder.
Nermin immediately bowed and gestured for the girls to do the same.
— This is Safura Hatun, mother of the princes Murat and Orhan. Show her respect.
The mother of the princes swept an evaluating gaze over the newcomers and stopped before you. Her smile appeared welcoming from a distance; up close, it held a chill of mockery.
— What a delicate girl, she said with feigned softness. — With such a countenance, I would not count on anything more than the station of a mere servant.
An awkward silence hung in the air. Someone hurriedly averted their eyes, and one of the maids froze with her head bowed. Nermin cast a quick, warning glance at you, subtly shaking her head as if advising you to remain silent and not respond. However, Safura did not move on. She stood before you, maintaining a condescending smile, and waited for an answer.