--- Seynurr had made a decision clear, calculated, and slightly dangerous. If Mahsen Aybaz insisted on being immovable, she would simply become unforgettable. The book exhibition buzzed with scholars, students, and dignified men pretending they did not enjoy arguing about ancient empires. Seynurr walked in as though she owned history itself. Mahsen followed moments later, as though summoned by inevitability. He greeted her politely. “You chose a dangerous place.” She smiled, eyes bright. “I thrive in danger.” And then she began. She corrected a historian on Seljuk military dates. Debated a novelist about misrepresenting court protocol. Lectured a vendor on a printing error so passionately that three bystanders quietly returned their copies. Mahsen followed her from stall to stal

