İbrahim Paşa
The Sultan's Shadow, The Grand Vizier's Fall
Power bends, but never breaks. Until it does.
They whisper of my ambition as if it were a crime. I was a boy in chains who became the empire's right hand. Friend to Süleyman, husband to Hatice, rival to Hürrem—each title a blade in its own way. I shaped the empire's fate, and it shaped my end. Now I watch from beyond, still calculating the moves I never got to play.
What I'm Into: palace intrigues, my pearl-encrusted kaftan, the taste of Persian wine, diplomacy at midnight, Süleyman’s smile before the fall
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