#crown of ashes and flames mc

[dazyxi]

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;; AURELIA DE VESPHIRE (she/her)

- rosy skin, straight light pink hair with red eyes. 5ft, 2in (157.48cm)

- ruby pendant (with a golden chain, not silver), her father’s crown, typically wears white.

- hobby: gardening + unhealthy: sexual acts.

- obvious crush on hunter.

- flower tattoo + alistair tattoo.

- her journal is allistar 2, she writes lies.

- traits similar to that of a cornered animal.

- set farah’s room on fire.

INTERACTIVE FICTION—

@coeluvr

[anxietytwist]

𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐝𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞

“𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫”

[ 𝟸𝟶 | 𝟻'𝟷𝟶" | Nonbinary | Demi | ❤︎𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 ]

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⊰Fashion⊱

“𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤 & 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴”

⚝ Their favourite accessories (besides the 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 gave them) are 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 with simple/understated designs

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⊰Notes⊱

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➙ They/Them ʙᴜɪʟᴅ➙ 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴ➙ Physical (🏹/🗡️) ʜᴏʙʙʏ➙ Gardening 🪴 “ᴄᴏᴘɪɴɢ” ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅꜱ➙ Overworking & Excessive sleeping (whenever they AREN'T working they're passed out somewhere 🛌) ᴘᴇᴛ➙ Boar (𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘰𝘨)

❧ 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 has a tattoo of 𝗔𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗿'𝘀 name (surrounded by stars) on the inside of their right arm; it's positioned to only be visible to them unless you look hard enough 💪😘

❧ Their keepsake from home is their father's sword (which they plan to use at a later date ... for self-defence of course 😉)

❧ 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 feels like they should have died with their family that night (they're waiting for the day they finally get to see them all again) ... so far nothing has changed their outlook 😮‍💨 (once 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨 is “dealt with”, or they find out that 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙖 WAS guilty, they plan to join their family in death)

❧ Before their family was killed they used to be a huge crybaby; they've vowed to NEVER let another person see them “weak” EVER AGAIN 😠(they have a hard time being open/vulnerable, even with those they wholeheartedly trust)

❧ 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 keeps their hair 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 simply because it reminds them of their brother (the twins enjoyed looking as identical as possible when 𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙧 was still alive 🥲) ... if it gets too long they quickly cut it or else they'll meltdown

❧ They absolutely refuse to wear any colour other than white (NOBODY is going to take their mourning from them 😔 ... they'll only stop wearing white when either THEY or 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨 is dead)

❧ 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 does their best to temper their rage with fake smiles & meticulously crafted words (they're especially restrained when interacting with any “innocent parties”), they reserve any cruel jabs for 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀 & anyone overtly hostile towards them (carefully hidden behind sarcastic quips 🙃)

❧ Over the years they've come to view 𝗛𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 & 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘁 as their “family” (as an adult they've become more standoffish towards 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙩 though since his loyalties & heart will ALWAYS lie with 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨 ... they doubt he'd be able to care enough to defend them it ever truly came down to choosing them or 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨 😒)

❧ 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 refers to their journal as “𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕”, & while they do write in it often, simple mundane topics are all that's hidden inside 📖

❧ 𝗙𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘆𝗮 is the best friend they didn't know they were missing/needed, the support she (+ her mother, 𝙉𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙖) gives them is truly lifesaving 🥺

❧ 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 no longer feels a need for revenge & has instead turned their focus to finding the truth (even if it proves that their sister IS a murderer ... at least their family was killed for a reason & not just pointlessly slaughtered) 🤔

❧ They only celebrate their birthday as a way to honour 𝗔𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗿'𝘀 spirit (otherwise the day is just another reminder of everything/everyone they've lost) 😢🎉

❧ 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 takes their role as Consort quite seriously often to the point of exhausting themselves (no matter how “fake” it is ... at least it gives them something tangible to focus on) 😮‍💨

❧ As adults, the best way to describe their relationship with 𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 would be “playfully antagonistic ” 😏

❧ 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 is very casual when it comes to their rare “intimate” connections, mainly because it takes time for them to develop romantic feelings for someone ... which honestly suits them just fine (they'd HATE having to go to 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨 & get “permission” ... + their current plan for the future isn't a very long one 💀)

❧ Their 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳 is named “...”, ____ helps out in the garden 🌱🐗

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𝐼𝐹: @coeluvr

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Mature heights:

Picrew used:

[womenenthusiast2]

point and laugh everyone

@coeluvr totally pressured me into posting this

[kashthefrogprin]

"Stop and wait a sec... When you look at me like that, darling, what did you expect?"

- Arctic Monkeys

(@coeluvr )

[thesovereignsequelart]

My MC @ Helios:

@coeluvr

[masonshine]

My MC Alayna from @coeluvr's Crown Of Ashes And Flames by the incredible @oh-so-youre-a-nerd.

Thank you so much for the commission. She's so so stunning and ready to avenge her family ❤️✨

[coeluvr]

This is so MC and Alistair 😭 I think it's all worse because someone's voice is one of the first things people forget as time passes so the voice MC hears and recognizes as Alistair's isn't even exactly his voice...

[spicycakes]

Played Crown of Ashes and Flames by @coeluvr and I've been loving it so I drew up some scenes from a small part of the game with my MC :)

[read from left -> right]

POV: You broke your promise (1/2)

[tokiko220]

A sketchy art of my Crown of Ashes and Flames MC Marianne dancing with Vincent, based on an ask I read a couple days ago-

COAAF by @coeluvr

[kiraabear]

COAAF MC Art: Sylvester De Vesphire.

Art by Micheyymvtt on Instagram.

COAFF written by @coeluvr

[kansastan]

Did another (better) Elidyr for Crown of Ashes and Flames by @coeluvr

[anid11]

TW: blood, sword

Another fanart of really amazing work I found on Tumblr. This time it is interactive novel crown of ashes and flames by @coeluvr. And oh boy did I inhaled it. Like I couldn't stop reading it so it led to lot of procrastination. Ups xdd I cant wait for another update xddd Anyway I wanted to do some interesting perspective and using Luceris sword to do it. Yeah kinda didn't work out. And the lightning is not exactly how I wanted it to look. But I am still somewhat satisfied with the whole look pf this drawing xd

For some reason I have like 5 diffrent version of this and I cant rember which I liked the most. Like I cant even see diffrence between them xdd

[womenenthusiast2]

i lied actually i do have something to show for it and it's mostly fadiya just because i think she's so pretty

[kashthefrogprin]

*cough* *cough* Atticus *cough

It felt too MC coded

(@coeluvr )

[inhuman-obey-me]

True Forms: Sides + New Characters

Once upon a time, long, long ago, we wrote some true demon forms for the demon brothers. And we had so much fun with it that we've returned with a follow-up! Now featuring not only demons but also some angels, a reaper, and one immortal "human" sorcerer.

No in-between forms for MC's sake this time though -- we die like men being driven mad by unspeakable, incomprehensible horrors.

Like before, content warning for unsettling, eldritch descriptions and body horror.

DIAVOLO

The Crown Prince of the Devildom doesn't often go into this true form -- it's incredibly dangerous, and if you see it, you might as well already be in your grave.

The first thing that hits you is the scent of sulfur and burning, so strong that you feel like you're choking on it, suffocating even though there's no smoke to be seen.

There is, however, plenty to be seen of him, as his form is utterly massive -- every direction you look, he seems to stretch infinitely around you, no end in sight to his immense presence.

To his sides, sparks and flashes of gold and darkness alternately flicker off of black flame wings as they languidly float back and forth behind him, singeing the very air they occupy.

The rest of his body mostly transforms into that of a dragon, much like the ornament you normally see upon his chest, covered in brilliant triangular golden scales except for the glowing red orb at his center.

The orb pulses like a heartbeat, and in it, you see yourself -- no, rather, you see a distortion of yourself, all the corruption and cruelty that hides in your very core laid bare before your eyes.

Meanwhile, fire roars everywhere, filling every open space around him and spiraling into a grand crown upon his head.

Despite the noise of the flames, however, his commanding voice can be heard clearly, a low rumble like the roar of a dragon yet distinctly regal and elegant in its tone.

On his chest, the black marks you see in his more humanoid demon form expand and twist outward, hypnotizing you as they wrap like vines around your body.

You hardly even notice as they capture you in a world of complete darkness -- darkness that overtakes not just your senses, but your mind, your soul, your whole existence, like a fire that burns away everything until there's nothing left in you but the abyss, all else turned to ash.

BARBATOS

To witness the true form of the ever loyal and capable steward to the Crown Prince of the Devildom, your fate is already sealed -- one of demise and ruin.

His body shifts and stretches, and stretches, and s t r e t c h e s -- you cannot see where, or if, he ever ends -- like time itself.

His body resembles that of a dragon -- though not the same of his master, but those creatures known across the human world as the lóng, the ryū, the druk, the nāga.

His face blurs, rots, melts -- bits of bone showing through flesh and one eye now just an orb of empty, everlasting black.

The spindly, web-like horns that grace his head grow thicker and longer, the talon-like ends even sharper than before.

Whiskers sprout from his face that are slick and forked at the ends, like his more humanoid-demon form tail, an electric buzz sparking at the end of them.

The scales along his body are black and teal, that familiar lightning pattern reflected in some while you catch glimpses of other universes as they gleam.

It is then that you notice you are slowly being buried in sand -- it cascades off his body, from the ridges in his back and gaps between those captivating scales.

Time itself seem to distort around him as he swims in the air, the very fabric of space rippling and warping against his form.

When he opens his mouth to roar, all that can be seen is a void of space inside, an all-consuming black hole.

There is an awfully maddening absence of sound, the very weight of silence seemingly suffocating and crushing you as you try to gasp for air.

The longer you stare into his face, his form -- the more you get lost and trapped across universes, seeing every branch of time lay itself out before you, over and over and over and over...

Your soul will be trapped forever in that endlessness, true death never taking hold as no reaper can ever reach you to claim it.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Every ghost story about haunted suits of armor originates from the true form of Mephistopheles.

In this form, he truly represents his noble heritage as proud knights tasked with defending the royal family -- grand, intimidating, gallant.

From afar, he seems exactly like those stories, an empty suit of golden armor with eerie peridot green lights glowing as eyes through the helm.

Atop this helm, a showy plume of magenta feathers swoops in a proud arc, and from his back, a grand set of opalescent, translucent feathered wings stretches impossibly wide.

Each flap of these wings creates torrential whirlwinds, tornadoes that tear destructively through entire cities in their path, leaving nothing but ruin in their wake.

Up close, however, it becomes clear that the armor is hollow because he is the armor -- though he usually keeps most of them closed for protection, eyes of green and magenta can emerge all over the gleaming metal plates.

Also dotting the plates are various gems and precious crystals, embedded throughout as if daring someone to come close enough to try to steal them, tempt them as demons so notoriously do.

Every movement, too, deafens with the cacophony of jewels crashing against coins, ringing out for miles and miles around him.

Looking upon this form always makes you feel slightly off, as though he's not standing quite straight, which in turn makes you feel slanted as if constantly slipping down sideways.

However, it's best not to look at all, as gazing upon him melts your flesh away to pools of thick, smooth black ink which indeed would make you slip and fall.

Before one would fully melt away, he opens up to consume any potential wearer of the armor, crushing them inside and using their bones to reinforce the strength of the metal.

Because of this, streaks of ink are always running down the seams where the armor opens, dripping endlessly in deep pools everywhere he goes.

LUKE

Before Luke descends as an angel, a soft smell of grassy sunlight fills the air, and you feel a gentle breeze pick up alongside you.

The sound of bells chimes softly as if rung by this breeze, though no bells can be seen.

Slowly, bursts of tiny stars shimmer into view as if creating a veil from which the angelic child steps forth.

Once he has appeared, the stars gather in small clusters, dancing around him as if engaged in a waltz.

Being a lower-ranking angel still, his form is generally humanoid and looks much like the Luke you know and love.

However, his shape looks more unstable at the edges, buzzing and shaking like a Chihuahua.

Though most of him is covered up by his Celestial garb, you notice eyes peeking out from between the folds, gazing up at you unblinkingly, staring right into your soul.

The eyes on his face, on the other hand, remain peacefully closed, as though you're looking upon a child asleep.

As he delivers his message, the scent of wheat and honey drifts from him, filling the air around you.

Although this form does no harm to you to look upon, you get the distinct feeling that you would fall into endless despair if you were to fail him.

Michael likes to send him to would-be runaways for this reason.

RAPHAEL

Though he may be the youngest of the seraphs, his form is no less grand and imposing.

You hear him before you see him -- the melody of a flute, a tintinnabulation, mixed with an enchanting voice singing words in a tongue you cannot comprehend.

Six large wings surround him, feathers light grey with the same iridescent sheen found on those of homing pigeons, spanning far and wide.

Where his face might be instead are twisting golden rings filled with eyes, swirling in a mesmerizing pattern that captivates you.

His arms, too, are made of a stack of metallic rings that mirrors armor, though no flesh resides within them, and interlock with the shapes of diamonds and spades.

Various chimes hang off like tassels at various points along those metallic arms, ringing endlessly.

In place of his torso is an opalescent crystal ribcage, though there are no organs for it to protect.

A number of spears, pointing downward and outward, fan around his bottom half, with needles circling golden thread around the spear "boning" -- making his bottom half resemble a cage hoop skirt.

Above the swirling rings of his face rests a halo, made up of floating spear tips, sharp and deadly.

And behind him, around him, are more rings that are linked in circles like an atom, so numerous that they are reminiscent of chainmail, all while swirling at dizzying speeds.

Surreal light emits from every element of his form -- every ring, every feather, every pointed end -- giving him an unsettling and ethereal glow.

Anger him in this form, and the mix of melodies becomes mind-numbingly discordant and cacophonous while numerous spears glisten with their sharp ends pointed towards you, ready to strike.

SIMEON

When Simeon was a seraph, his form shared a number of features with that of Raphael's: twisting golden rings for a face, an iridescent crystal ribcage, the stacks of rings for arms, and that surreal, unsettling light emitting from every element.

However, his form differed greatly as well -- his halo was actually an ouroboros, dotted with eyes peering into your very soul and lined with large, long spikes.

His six wings were not made of feathers but of fire, their flames a striking and dangerous blue -- four flanking his back, while the other two surrounded his head of twisting rings, protecting his face with their chaste embers.

His "legs" were composed of crystal shards, slowly twisting and catching the light to create a constant prismatic display.

Past the faint crackling of flames and metallic sonority, you could hear a soft and distant harp that lulled the senses.

His seraph form somehow evoked both a sense of serenity and a gnawing, unnerving sense of dread.

Since his demotion to archangel, however, his form is a bit different -- more telluric, more humanoid, with wings more traditionally white and feathery at his back.

The delicate music of the harp that used to accompany him is gone, now replaced by the brash announcement of trumpets.

His more exquisitely airy elements have become more earthen, those radiant crystal pieces composed now of jagged rock and gleaming metal instead.

So too do fragments of steel float around and over his right side, resting upon his shoulders like a cape flowing gracefully from shining pauldrons.

Drifting idly just past his fingertips, a sword rests across his form, long and thin, both a tool and yet inherently part of him, dancing easily at his command and always ready to strike.

Each metallic sliver is dotted with eyes, peering and watching over you, at once benevolent and yet you can feel them -- watching you, judging you, sharply observing every move you make.

Another eye watches as well, from above, gazing serenely from the center of a spinning seven-pointed star which serves as his head.

There are no other facial features to speak of, but the look in that single blue orb expresses all there is to understand.

Though his voice rings clear in your mind with any message he may have from above, you can see your fate clearly from the moment your eyes connect with his gaze.

THIRTEEN

As a reaper, there is no question of death's approach when Thirteen transforms into her true form.

You become aware of long, low bells in the distance -- for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

From the moment you hear that very first clang, you cannot move, an icy chill washing over you and leaving you frozen in place.

However, it is not fear that you feel, but instead an odd sense of peace that overtakes your mind and makes the world around seem distant and hazy.

All light fades from view except the eerie blue flame of the candle she carries in one hand, along with the vivid green fire that takes the place of one eye.

Through the flickering light, you can see where bones replace flesh -- a half jaw, a sharp cheekbone, a partially exposed ribcage.

Her other eye seems to become more reptilian in nature, scales surrounding her brow bone and the hollows of her cheeks, jagged and harsh.

Her teeth are sharp and large, the exposed jaw making it appear as if they are locked in a menacing grin.

Gauze wraps around her neck, dark ichor seeming to seep through it and drip onto her chest and into the hollow of her ribs.

She floats towards you, no legs to be seen as she rolls atop mist and fog that sprawls ever outward, reaching the edges of your vision.

Within that mist you catch a glimpse of fluttering iridescence -- butterflies, their wings part black and shining with opalescent darkness.

No longer does she wear the tattered black robes so often thought as the reaper's uniform -- instead, long pieces of black chiffon, tulle, and mesh twist around her form, giving the illusion of a cloak.

Long, sharp claws wrap around her scythe, its blade broad and keen -- but it shimmers in the light, its form malleable and able to transform into whatever the reaper so desires.

However she decides to capture your soul, the last thing reflected in your eyes will be the blue flame of the candle extinguished, its wax melted away with the end of your life.

SOLOMON

Hello, my adorable apprentice

What's wrong? Don't you recognize me?

It's me, Skeletiano Solomon

The true form of an immortal human sorcerer is...

Yeah this seems right

Right?

[gildedcageif]

Gilded Cage

Nothing but ashes remain of your home. Your loved ones have all been taken from you overnight, leaving you all alone in the world. 

Fight, flee, cry, scream, rage. Seek revenge, find forgiveness, fall in love, break hearts. Poison, lie and sleep your way to the top of the imperial harem.

The golden chains wear down heavy on your pretty little neck. And they will do so until you break them.

You were still a child when the Zephyran hounds razed hell on your homeland. Overnight, everything and everyone you knew and loved withered before your eyes, claimed by the flame and the ashes.

You were fortunate enough -or unfortunate, depending on how you see it- to survive that fateful night. Instead, heavy chains were placed around your wrists and you were sent away to whoever would pay to own you.

Some masters were kinder than others. But captivity tastes just as bitter regardless of how opulent your cage is. 

And this is the most opulent cage you will ever be locked in. The Jade Palace is where you being shipped off to this time. The capital of the grand Zephyran Empire. The very same that ripped your childhood apart.

You have been selected to join the imperial harem of Sultan Ahmad, an honor bestowed only upon the most beautiful and worthy of servants.

Regardless of how you feel regarding this great 'honor', you are every bit as powerless to fight against it as you were to defend your homeland when the Zephyrans came for you.

Don't despair yet, child of the Ancients. There are many opportunities in the Jade Palace for those who wish to seek them. 

You may find yourself pulling the strings and changing the course of history, whispering in the ears of royalty, marching bravely into battle, even escaping and claiming your own freedom once and for all, away from this mess that was inflicted upon you. If you play your cards right, you may even one day become the parent of the next Sultan.

Beware however. There are many who will stand in your path. The worst enemies are hidden not in the shadows but amongst our closest of friends.

Gilded Cage is rated 18+ for explicit language, explicit sexual themes, graphic descriptions of violence and depictions of slavery. 

FEATURES 

•Create your MC. Anything from what they look like to how they feel about their years of servitude and their arrival to the Jade Palace is for you to choose. Are you a conniving courtesan, set on claiming the crown for yourself? Do you merely wish for a life of peace after all these years of hardship? Do you have a single-minded focus on achieving your own freedom? If so, what are you willing to risk for it? 

•Define how others perceive you. You are no ordinary servant after all, you are a member of the Sultan's harem, and those around you are eager to watch your every move? The nobility, military and common folk will all form opinions based on what they hear of you, as will many important political figures like the Valide and the Grand Vizier. And of course it is better to be admired than mocked, ridiculed and despised...

•Engage in a world of intrigue and danger. The Zephyran Empire is deadly. The harem even more so. One wrong step and it will be off with your head, if the Sultan is feeling generous that day. Many plots and schemes are already in place by the time you arrive to the Palace. Some of which may or may not involve you. It is on you to uncover secrets, distinguish enemy from ally and keep yourself safe from the vipers of court. In these halls, few are truly innocent and you might be forced to get your own hands bloody.

•Climb the ranks of the imperial harem. How you achieve that is up to you! You may ally yourself to Valide Sultan, act as a mole for the Grand Vizier or even become a tutor for the young Prince! And of course, if you are willing to participate in some old fashioned seduction, the Sultan's bed -and his heart, if you are capable enough- is the road to unimaginable power and wealth, but also danger.

•Change the course of history. Raise the next Sultan, assassinate your enemies, encourage a military uprising, cause a shift in the religious establishment, become a general, an advisor, even a Haseki. If you are daring enough to bare the consequences of failure. Your actions will have farfetched consequences for the future of the Zephyran Empire and the wider world. So be wary. History has its eye on you.

Romantic Options

The Sultan of the Zephyran Empire: Ahmad

You have heard of him only in hushed whispers and screams of terror. He rules en empire stretching far across the east and west. He is the master of the hounds that raided and destroyed your home. He took everything from you and now he owns you. Still, your very survival depends on his whims.

Yet, when you come face to face with the Lion of the East, he seems less monstrous than you had expected...

The Grand Vizier: Selim

He has had an eye on you since you first entered the palace. And not for good reasons. He may very well be the second most powerful man in the empire-after the Sultan of course- and he seems to have decided you are a threat to his master.

Getting him on your side might just be the thing you need to propel yourself in the court. If you manage to do that anyway. Selim is known as a tough man to charm, but who knows what hides underneath.

The Valide Sultan: Nazli

The Sultan may rule the world, but have no doubt his mother rules the harem and she does so with an iron fist. She controls everything. Who does the chores, how much gold each maid is afforded, who gets to enter the Sultan's chambers. She has her finger on the pulse of the harem. She wants things a certain way and she will have things a certain way. This Queen Dowager is every bit as much of a lion as her son.

She is distant, but not unkind. Most importantly, she can raise you to the highest of highs or doom you to the dungeons in less than a glance. You will have to earn her respect before she accepts you into the inner circle.

The Favourite (?): Meryem

Meryem is the most beloved of the Sultan's concubines. Or rather she was. For unknown reason, it seems she has fallen out of his favour. Rumor is it has been a year since he asked for her.

Still, her position remains significant as the mother to the only son of the Sultan. Her son, Mustafa, in combination with the support she receives from the Grand Vizier has helped her hold onto her power.

But her position remains insecure while the Sultan's eyes wander. You could intergrate yourself amongst her closest companions. Or you could be the downfall she so fears.

The Artist: Emil De Angelis

Emil is a... controversial presence at court to say the least. He was raised from a starving artist to the next big sensation by the Sultan overnight. He has been involved in several projects ever since, whether that be art, poetry, singing or architecture. Known around court for his -perhaps a bit too daring- wit and charming smirk, it is hard not to notice him.

He is also the closest to a friendly face you have at court. Emil has handpicked you as his next side project of sorts. The new thing he will concern himself with to fill up his time. You will have his support in whatever you strive for.

Be warned though. Emil acts with ulterior motives as much as anyone else at court.

The Childhood Friend (shouldn't they be dead?): Helena

You thought you had lost them. They died in your arms. You held her body. You carried it. You buried it.

Now they are back. Somehow they have returned from beyond the grave.

The worst part?

They don't even remember you.

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