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Branimira was something of an oddity for Cristiano, a fascinating subject that he wished to study and admire akin to a delicate butterfly trapped in glass. She was a catholic girl from Dalmatia and yet she was married into the Ottoman Empire, so Cristiano wasnât certain if that set him against her or with her. What voice did she truly follow, that of her religion or of the country sheâd made into her home and birthed a child in? How curious, and Cristiano was not a man to withhold on his curiosities, so could he be blamed for seeking her out? âAh, Sultana, how Iâd hoped to have a word with you.â He greeted, squinting against the sun that spilled down upon them. âWhere is your child?â














