Is there any differences the gender of the MC will make in the game(ex dialogue,how the Ros/people treat us,etc)?
I would also like to ask how would The Ros react to Mc cupping their face and saying “see? I can hold my entire world in my hands.” followed by a smooch on the lips,this Mc isn't usually open about their feelings for them, daring nor does they do the first move but felt moved by the moment they were having with the ro so they did what they did. 👀
The answer is yes! There will be differences on how people treat you based on your gender.
Now some things in this setting work differently because I did not want to exclude anyone from any endings due to their gender. For example, homosexual couples can have children through magic.
But people throughout the story do comment on your gender and that of others. Concubines are typically female because it is less of a hassle so it will be noted by others if you are male. Similarly, a woman demonstrating combat abilities will be seen as more impressive. Male and female MCs may also have somewhat different tasks, though they won't really differ that much.
I may decide to remove this feature later based on how people feel about it.
Ahmad was absentmindedly staring up at the night sky. The two lovers had gone stargazing and he had taken advantage of the chance to start pointing constellations at you.
He falls silent when you cup his face. He stares up at you with awe as you speak, eyes unconsciously drifting down to your lips. A grin spreads over his lips as he lets your words sink in. He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer in, one arm wrapping around your waist.
"Well, I have the whole universe in my arms so I win, beloved," he beams down at you.
Before you can protest, he leans in and presses his lips against your own. He sighs as he pulls back only to lean his forehead against yours.
"I never knew my love was such a poet," he teases.
And just like that, his lips are back on yours once more.
You were seated besides him while he mulled over some documents. He would never admit it, but there was something truly comforting about your presence, about knowing that if he reached over just a bit, he could touch you-.
His thoughts are abruptly cut short when you cup his face. As you lean closer and whisper the words to him, for a moment the mask of Grand Vizier slips away and only Selim is left.
His hands are trembling. This is too much. Too... genuine, too heartfelt. He is not made for this. He is not worthy of this. He feels the need to shy away from your touch.
"You are an idiot," he mumbled.
He meekly attempts to put the mask back, but it is a futile trial. You have broken through his walls in a way he never expected. Never wanted. Never knew he needed.
He hesitantly reaches up and cups your cheeks as you did his.
"But I suppose you are my idiot," he adds softly.
It is warm by the fireplace and Nazli has always despised the cold winds of autumn. A sign of summer ending, she muses to herself. A sign of more troubles.
Your touch breaks her away from her thoughts. She instinctively leans against it, sighing as she feels the warmth of your skin against her cheek. It is only after you speak up that her eyelashes flutter open. Cold blue eyes stare up at you with a flicker of warmth dancing in them.
She grasps the hands that are cupping her cheeks and interlocks them with her own fingers. She pulls each hand up to her lips and places a kiss on your knuckles.
"You are clearly far too inebriated, my dear. I am hardly deserving of such praise. Let us rest for the night. We both clearly need it,"
As the night quietens, you find she is laying closer to you than usual, arms wrapped around your frame. She squeezes you gently like she wants to ensure you are real. That you are here with her.
"You are my world too, angel," she whispers in your ear just before you drift off to sleep.
The flowers are in full bloom this year. Meryem's face gleams with joy as she reaches forward and grabs a rose. She takes a good whiff of its sweet fragrance before turning to you.
"A rose for my rose," she giggles while offering you the dark red flower.
She falls silent and her hand stills in the air when you cup her cheeks. You watch her eyes widen, her cheeks flush such a pretty shade of red at your words.
"I..." a smile spreads over her lips and her face light up.
"You are my world too," she exhales like a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders.
There is a spark, an instant sense of warmth as her fingers graze over yours.
"I hope this day never passes. I wish time would stop right here and now," she whispers softly while placing the red rose carefully in your hand so you won't graze the thorns.
You can't help but agree with her.
Emil sighs and groans and grumbles as he tears apart another page from his sketchbook. He crumbles the piece of paper into a ball and throws it to the side.
"No, no," he mumbles under his breath "I got your nose all wrong."
"Emil, I truly don't think a nose is a reason to worry-,"
"No, no," he interrupts you sharply, gripping his pencil "It needs to be perfect. Redo the pose."
He commands with all the air of a Sultan and you can't help but chuckle. Instead of obeying, you make your way over to him. He looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed.
This time, it is your turn to silence him. The protest dies on his lips when you cup his cheeks. You can swear his face becomes just a bit more red when you utter the words.
It takes him a moment to gather himself. But before you know what's happening, he is bouncing back with a devilish grin.
"Are you telling me my head is big?" He teases "That it is the size of the globe?"
"What?" You stumble over her words.
How does he always manage to twist everything you say?!
"You know that's not what I meant-!"
He presses a single finger against your lips.
"Shh, you are already on thin eyes, my muse. But I may find it in myself to forgive you for a small price. A kiss,"
And you find it is quite hard to deny him anything when he is looking at you like that...
"You are slow," Helena teases you while the two of you swim through the waters.
You pout at her teasing. You have not yet a person, man or woman, who can compare to Helena when it comes to swimming.
Despite the grin on her lips, she does stop and lean against a rock so you can catch up. She beams at you when you do so.
"Glad to see you did not lose me," she winks "Then I would have to search the world for you"
You don't know what takes over you, but suddenly you are reaching forward and cupping her cheeks. Her grin fades away and she looks at you with a dumbstruck expression.
"You..." she seems to be at a lack of words "You can't just say stuff like that..."
She glances away from you momentarily, watching your reflections in the clear water.
"I am not a taverns wench for you to use pick up lines on," she tries to joke, but her voice ends up sounding all too honest.
"It is not a pick up line if it's true," you reply.
After a moment of silence, Helena looks back at you. You are unable to catch all of the emotions swimming in her gaze. Above all however, you see love. She throws her arms around you, clinging to you.
"I am never letting you go again," her voice comes out a bit choked like she is trying to fight back tears.
You embrace her back, not intending to lose her again either.
