9 months ago First person POV, the Sultan’s hand gently rests on the golden strands of a cariye’s hair, his rings catching the light of the grand chandelier above. The room is adorned with intricate Ottoman patterns and luxurious tapestries, its grandeur a reflection of his imperial status. The camera lingers on his hand as it tenderly brushes through her hair, the moment both intimate and commanding. The cariye sits at his feet, her eyes lowered in a gesture of quiet respect, while the soft sound of a lute echoes through the lavish chamber. The Sultan’s presence is both calming and imposing, his touch a symbol of his authority and care within this private and elegant world. --ar 9:16 --s 250 2b11392d7d9 7 260
9 months ago First person POV, the Sultan’s hands rest on the golden armrests of a majestic throne, positioned in the heart of a vast battlefield. The camera focuses on his hands, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings, gripping the armrests with a sense of calm authority. In the distance, through the blur of the Sultan’s perspective, rows of Ottoman soldiers stand at attention: atlı okçular, infantry, and elite Janissary soldiers, all in perfect formation, their weapons at the ready. Turkish flags flutter proudly in the wind, their bold red colors waving above the troops. The battlefield stretches far ahead, with dust rising from the ground as the soldiers await the Sultan’s command. The sound of wind and the soft murmur of soldiers' voices fill the air as the Sultan, seated on his ornate throne, watches over them. The sun sets in the background, casting a golden light over the scene as the Sultan surveys the strength and readiness of his army. --ar 9:16 --s 250 2b11392d7d9 5 240
