The atmosphere in the grand throne hall was thick with tension, as if the air itself held its breath. Every courtier, noble, and official present stood silent, their gazes shifting toward Sultan Bayezid. It was clear to all that his decision was what really mattered , determining to which faction he would lend his favor.
Shuaa remained resolute, her dark eyes unwavering as they rested on her beloved. She was not alone in this confrontation; many among the nobles, particularly the most devout, stood firmly on her side. Their loyalty to the high ecclesiarch was strengthened by their faith in her divine connection and the promise of a blessed heir growing within her,as many were among the first who witnessed her powers and blessing.
