Ilkay Khatun, always eager to add her insights, leaned forward with a sly smile. "Oh, ladies," she began, her voice smooth and confident, "you're all missing a crucial detail about Uluç and his obsession with Christian women. It's not just random—it's because Uluç was so popular in the Christian realms. I mean, think about it, the warrior Uluç, marshal of Turk-il, a legend outside his own land. The Christian realms adored him, and under this influence, Uluç couldn't resist. He had access to women who practically threw themselves at him."
The ladies, leaning in closer, were all ears as Ilkay Khatun continued, clearly enjoying her role as the keeper of insider knowledge. "He was very rich, after all," she said, her voice dropping slightly as if to make the point even juicier. "And with that wealth, he would invite these women to his grand palace. Uluç had headquarters, a fortress of sorts, where he hosted these Christian women. The man lived in absolute luxury, and let me tell you, he liked to show it off. They'd come, they'd see, and... well, we all know how that story ends."
The women chuckled knowingly, but Ilkay wasn't done. "His castle, though," she went on, her tone becoming more reflective, "wasn't just some gaudy display of wealth. Oh no, Uluç's castle was a testament to his personality. It was built by Uluç Kamal, an absolute freak for precision and order. Everything was so systematic—inch by inch, everything was the same color, the same texture. You could see his discipline in every corner of that place. There wasn't a thing out of place, not a single detail overlooked. It was like walking into a palace that reflected the mind of a military genius."
The women around her nodded, absorbing the image Ilkay was painting. "And, of course," she added with a smirk, "the Christian women were fascinated. I mean, who wouldn't be? A warrior with a fortress like that? Uluç would invite them in, and I'm sure they couldn't help but feel like they were walking into the lair of a true conqueror."
Ilkay let that hang in the air for a moment before continuing, her voice dipping into a lower, more suggestive tone. "But it wasn't just about the castle or the wealth, ladies. No, no. Uluç liked Christian women because of how dominant he felt with them. He was a superstar in their eyes, you know? Outside of Turkey, in the Christian realms, Uluç was legendary. When they thought of big, strong warriors, they weren't thinking of their own knights or lords. They were imagining Uluç. And he knew it. He liked being the fantasy, the one they whispered about in their courts and dreams."
She smiled, watching the fascinated faces around her, and then added, "I think that's what kept him going, really. It wasn't just about the physicality—though, of course, he enjoyed that—it was about the power, the fact that these women saw him as something larger than life. He could have any woman in his own realm, but he chose Christian women because with them, he was more than just a warrior. He was a legend."
The room buzzed with whispered comments, and the women around Ilkay Khatun exchanged glances, clearly captivated by the stories of Uluç's exploits.