A young man of 14-15 years old sits on his small throne in a small mansion in the city of Amasya, far from the capital of the Ottoman Empire. He listens to the heated and harsh discussions of his teachers and commanders gathered around him, expecting a logical plan from them.

"Do you realize what you are saying, commander? If we do this, we will be risking our prince's life, and even if we do, the chance of success should be at least reasonable. But now you are saying that the chance of success is 20% or even 15%!"

Ibrahim, the prince's first teacher and closest confidant, was very angry when he said this.

"I am aware of this too, Ibrahim! But there is nothing else we can do. Timur's army has gone on a rampage of plundering and killing all of Anatolia. They are not leaving a single stone on a single shoulder or a single head. Tonight, we must secretly take the prince out of here and take him to the Balkans and Europe. There, we will reorganize everything and re-establish the state." The brave and fearless Hamza Sergeant, the commander of the prince's surviving soldiers, poured everything into this plan while saying these words, hoping to avenge the losses they suffered in the war and their lost comrades.

"Let's say we succeeded and escaped to Europe. So how will we deal with Prince Süleyman Çelebi, who has managed to seize power there and has even gained the support of the main force of the army, the Janissaries?"

Another officer present intervened.

"It is a hundred times better than staying here. If we reach there successfully, OUR PRINCE MURAT ÇELEBİ can immediately establish a new army. With a little luck, our lives will definitely be better than here."

Hamza Sergeant seemed certain of this. Because he believed that even the name and fame of the Ottomans, the lineage of their prince, would be enough to gather new supporters.

"What do you think, my prince? Should we implement Hamza Sergeant's dangerous plan and set off at night, or should we retreat to hide in the mountains?"

While Lala İbrahim was saying this, he sincerely wished his student would choose the safer path. Because he loved his student like his own child and did not want any harm to come to him.

'Damn! How did I get into this situation? All of this is because of that man who would be my father who assigned me to this distant, old city close to the enemy. As if that wasn't enough, he also lost the war and was captured by the enemy. I definitely can't let me end up like him.'

Murat tried to keep a straight face while thinking about these things, but it couldn't be said that he was successful in this because he was extremely tense right now.

"Okay, it's all or nothing. Even if we retreat to the mountains, it's just a slow death. They'll catch us sooner or later. So let's continue with Sergeant Hamza's plan. I don't want to die without trying this plan. Even if I die, at least I will have died bravely. Make preparations, we're setting out tonight.

After the order was given, no one objected to the decision. While all the officers prepared the soldiers, the administrative staff went to prepare grain for the road and the remaining money in the city treasury.

While all this was happening, Murat sat on his throne and thought about the path he would follow in the future.

'If fate is with me, I can at least get through this night, which is the most dangerous part. My surviving half-brothers have now recovered from the trauma of the war that took place yesterday. They will all want to seize the throne, take over the remaining state, resist the Timurid State and pay tribute if necessary. Although I intend to do the same.'

After all, Timur's real goal was not the Ottomans, but to march on China in the east and reoccupy it like Genghis Khan, who he claimed to follow in his footsteps.

While he was thinking about all this, Lala (meaning teacher) Ibrahim ran into the hall. If the door guard hadn't caught him at the last moment, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Disaster!! Disaster!! All the treasure... All the treasure is gone. MY PRINCE, please punish me, please punish this incompetent prince."

The room suddenly went silent as his teacher knelt on the ground and hit his head hard on the floor.

Murat "o-o"

'Okay, the little money I saved to recruit soldiers is gone. Who needs money anyway, I'm sure everything will be okay, yes it will be okay, I'm sure.'

At that moment, the guard at the door was knocked to the ground by Sergeant Hamza who entered the room harshly.

"Traitors!! Traitors!! How could they do this! How dare they do this at a time like this."

When Murat saw this, he wanted to console him.

"It's okay Sergeant Hamza, we can find the money somehow. As long as we get out of this place."

"What money, my prince! 250 soldiers escaped with the food and money they took with them. We can find the money, but what about the soldiers!! "

Murat"o-o#"

"Damn traitors! I saved them all from the battlefield and settled them here. Now they left us to die. Don't tell me they know our route!!"

Murat went out of character for the first time in all this time and shouted.

"Unfortunately sir. We don't have any more time to talk about this. We must set off immediately. If the fugitives are discovered, they will definitely attack us after killing them. We must escape now."

"That's right, we must go immediately. TEACHER, how long will you kneel there? Stand up, we are leaving."

Murat went out without looking back after this.

'I will definitely not die. I must live!!'