That wolf, something named Asena or likewise, did not appear in the battle of Nide. The speculations were inevitable as the wolf was last seen when King Murad was speared on the battlefield. Some Turkic tribes believed Bayezid, whose mom was Slavic, was not recognized by the ancestors as a king, so the wolf refused to help the Turks. All the conflicts ended, saying that Yakub deserved to be the king. As far as I could tell, Bayezid didn't even care what the tribes believed. He never lost any war and enlarged the boundaries of Danishmenthan three times bigger than his father. Strictly speaking, Bayezid was a marvellous warrior and man of strategy. There were times that I felt sorry for him. His legacy would be crashed and destroyed by his half-man son Mehli.

After we returned from Nide, Mehli couldn't leave the brothels where he told his victorious stories of the battle. I frequently saw Tomris looking at the sky on her balcony or wandering in the gardens with her maids. She was trapped inside this golden cage, so determined to beware anyone I cared about. Sometimes, I felt she knew I was beneath those columns and showing herself to me as if she was resisting, telling me I would withstand it no matter what happened. Her heart was just like mine; we both held our pain inside. I whispered to myself, hoping the breeze to take my words to her. "I will rescue you, and you will rescue me." 

I woke up before dawn. The sky was all grey, and the air was light. I looked over the yard and the knights about to start training. Suddenly, I saw her; her face was visible between the columns I spent my nights with. When our eyes met, I felt a chill spread wide onto my body. She disappeared. For the first few minutes, it was impossible to distinguish it from a dream. Then, I noticed my goals were much more heated than a slight acquaintance's. I took a cloak and left my room as fast as I could. The halls were empty except for servants hurrying to fulfil the royal's orders. I saw somebody dressed differently than a servant approaching from far ahead and found myself hiding in the other corridor. It was my sister; she was walking with a weight on it and directly to the servants who had poorly passed before. I watched this new corridor and decided to find a way out. It was at the entrance of the cooks that I ran into the kitchen. It was absurd to hide my head, so I took the cloak off, took a cake from the stand and exited the street. I went to the column I'd seen from the window and waited a while to decide which way to go. This hide-and-seek would be so much more beautiful in the gardens of Tigrisia. 

I saw her slightly before she vanished into the Bazaar crowd. I immediately started to follow her. The silk blankets and shopkeepers who carried chests of fruits and butchers that held deer and bull carcases all gathered to slow me down. She got into a narrow street where she ended up in a barn. I got in behind her. She faced me. "Here I am, make it and be done with all the bother!" she hissed like a snake. I was bewildered. Looking at her in confusion and begging for any bit of explanation. "Make what?" I could say. She started to walk forward while undressing her tunic. "You wanted me; here I am. Let's do it, and everyone goes to their path."

I was disappointed; she continued undressing while snuggling in my chest. I took her hands gently. "Please stop." I hated my voice to sound tristful. She ignored me, so I held her hands harder. "Stop it." She looked at me with hatred and determination in her eyes. "How could you insult my feelings? How could you turn me into this image of a monster that takes advantage of women?" The hatred in her eyes was smoothed to become just anger. I didn't know what to say and wasn't sure there was anything left to say. I was pacing up and down in the barn. My brother was alone in Tigrisia, with who knows how many traitors and vile people around him. I was here, passing my days for a love that hadn't been real. I leaned my hand onto my forehead and turned my back to her. Once again, I gave her a side-eye; it was hard to eye her directly. "I would never, ever chase such a dream, I would never dishonour myself, I would leave this country, be with my brother and bury my love deep inside, never to remember you again," I started to tremble with anger, pointed at her, "but you!"

I tilted my head down again and gulped. I could barely look at her; my eyes were about to get soaked. I sighed, "You called my name, Tomris." Suddenly, my voice was weak and desperate, like a child who cannot believe in the real world he found. I hopelessly repeated, "You called my name." this time, the words betrayed each other, and the end of the sentence vanished. I was looking at her helplessly. She kept her silence. "I am left here with those dreams you tossed away, so say something!" I shouted, but it was more like an anguish. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes way longer than a blink and said, "I changed my mind." I couldn't keep it in and laughed for a second. "You changed your mind," I repeated. Nodded several times and kept repeating, "You changed your mind." She was nailing her palms; I grabbed her from her waist and pulled her closer. I could feel her breath that I had taken away. "You feel nothing," I whispered. "Nothing," she said. "Liar," I just couldn't take my eyes away from hers. "It is neither your duty nor your sacrifice to be with a man you don't love," I said to her lips. She leaned on my ear. "Who said I don't love him." My hands got loosened. She pulled away. "You're not the one I love." she insisted one last time. I stretched my hands, straightened up, and fixed my hair hanging in my eyes. I cleared my throat and wiped the single drop of tear on my cheek. 

"Forgive me for causing trouble, my lady." It was too much pain to bear at once and for all, so I felt nothing. I bowed slightly and left the barn. It was like someone took a massive bite from my chest that I was lighter; I was subtracted. I walked on the street as a ghost, not seeing or hearing anything. I was weaker than the air. I paused and looked at the bell tower in the middle of the city, then found the other way ahead. I caught a strange feeling. I inspected the people around me, but they were all too busy to realize. In an instant, the bells started to toll vigorously. Everyone panicked and tried to take shelter in the buildings. I was fit to be tied and began to run in the opposite direction, which everyone was escaping from because it was closer to the entrance. I saw people getting crashed down by the ones who ran.

"Tomris!" I shouted. I found her squatted near a shopping stand. "I got you!" I wrapped my left arm to her shoulder to shield her and beat a path with my other arm. We arrived at the castle. Her knees were frayed. I took her face in my palm and stroked her cheek with my thumb. A group of horsemen got into the yard. Their leaders were familiar. Tomris embarked on. "Kartal!" she waved her hands. It was her brother. He hurriedly dismounted his horse, "Where is the king?" he asked.

Bayezid broke the table in his study room and then went to get armed without saying anything. The viziers asked him what he would do; he kept silent. They tried to stop him, persuade him to wait and plan a strategy. He ignored them. Musa was there, behind Mehli. He encouraged his brother to do something. Mehli grabbed his father's shoulder. "Father, what will you do?" Bayezid turned to him ardently. His eyes were wide open, and his face had an unhealthy smirk. "I am going to kill him," he said joyfully. 

We learned that Temur had passed the borders and rushed to Sivas in the early morning; he made destruction, left no head on the shoulder and prepared a gift to Bayezid. He made an enormous pyramid from the leaders of the Danishmenthan living in Sivas; as the weather was snowy, the pyramid was frozen, and the charges were still unruined, he squeezed a letter between the teeth of the chopped head of the reeve of Sivas. 

Bayezid the Lightning, who is king in the Balkan Land! Know that I am a ruler who, with our might and power, has made the most significant part of the human world our subjects. We have done this unprecedented work alone; I have no inherited countries from my father like you. Make up your mind and drive Qara Joseph and Jalayir off your land. You must have heard of the fate of rulers who disobeyed our orders. Beware of getting among those rulers. 

Sincerely

T. 

Bayezid creased the bloody paper and looked back at the knights who followed him to Sivas. His face got soured. "Who the fuck are Qara Joseph and Jalayir?"