In a world divided by borders and burned by war, love bloomed in the most unlikely soil. Some nations offer roses, others hide thorns. 

He was a soldier, taught to march and mistrust. She was a ballerina, trained to move with grace, not fear. Yet in each other, they found not a symbol of nations, but the beating heart beneath the uniform and the stage light.

"Let us be the ones who offer roses, even if the world only gives us thorns."

To my abi* (elder brother in Turkish), who is more like a brother than a cousin Anıl K.


Chapter 1 - Dedication