In legendary times,when Assyria was at the height of its power,and the cities raised their temples to the sky,beyond the noise of swords and chariots, another heart beat,silent but alive.It was the heart of the forgotten,of those who worked under the burning sun and dreamed,in secret,of justice,of freedom, of love.The royal palace of Assur,grand and imposing,watched over these unspoken dreams.Among its white stone walls and incense-scented courtyards, lived a princess with a name of light:Mullissu,daughter of King Iddin-Sin and Queen Tashmetu.Raised in luxury,but with a soul that yearned for truth, Mullissu felt that life in the palace was a golden cage.What no one suspected was that beneath the silken veil of her rank was a A fearless heart,ready to defy any norm to know the world as it is.And the world responded.On the dusty streets of the city,where beggars mingled with merchants and wandering singers,lived Zabani,a young man with an unknown past,a craftsman and a thief with an honest heart.He did not have noble blood,but blood ablaze with dreams and daring.Destiny,guided perhaps by the gods or perhaps by the simple call of love,brought the two together in a hidden garden of the palace,and there,in the silence of the night,a spark ignited a revolution.This was not a revolution of weapons,but of hearts.The Sacred Rose of Assyria is not just a forbidden love story.It is the history of a nation that was changed by the courage of a princess and the nobility of a simple man.It is the chronicle of a generation that had the courage to break the old chains and build a future in whose light was not only in temples,but in every house,in every heart.And it all began with a kiss under the moon,and a white rose grown in the shadow of the royal walls...