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The Fall of Constantinople and Its Last Emperor Constantine Palaiologos

By  Dimitrios Aristopoulos

May 29, 2025

A stylized depiction of the Fall of Constantinople, showing Emperor Constantine XI leading a charge against Ottoman forces as clergy and citizens look on near a church.

Emperor Constantine XI fought to the end as Constantinople fell to the Ottomans on May 29, 1453, marking the collapse of the Byzantine Empire. Credit: Theophilos Hatzimihail, Wikimedia Commons, Public Domain.

On May 29, 1453, as dawn broke over the ancient walls of Constantinople, the thousand-year-old dream of a Roman Empire breathing through Christian lungs came to a shattering fall. Sultan Mehmed II’s forces finally overwhelmed the city that had once rivaled Rome itself—the citadel of emperors, saints, and scholars. But it was not only a city that fell that day. It was an idea altogether. And at its heart stood a man who refused to flee, who chose death over surrendering: Emperor Constantine XI Palaiologos.

The last emperor: Constantine XI Palaiologos

By the time Constantine ascended to the throne in 1449, the Byzantine Empire was a ghost of its former self. Centuries of crusades, schisms, and internal decay had reduced the once-vast empire to little more than the city of Constantinople and a handful of fortresses. Yet within the crumbling walls of the Queen of Cities lived the remnants of a proud civilization that still called itself “Rhomaioi,” or Romans.

Constantine stood as more than a mere bureaucrat perched on a crumbling throne. He was a soldier-emperor, forged in the crucible of war in the Despotate of the Morea. More than that, however, he was a man of spirit and honor, known for his humility, bravery, and sense of duty. He knew that his city could not withstand the might of the Ottomans forever, and still, he chose to fight.

The final breath of Hellenic-Roman defiance

In the final hours before the city fell, Constantine assembled his generals, priests, and closest companions in Hagia Sophia. By some accounts, he addressed the men with tears in his eyes. His last speech—lost to history but partly echoed by chroniclers such as George Sphrantzes and Leonard of Chios—was a powerful affirmation of Roman and Greek identity.

He did not speak as an emperor seeking escape but as a commander bidding farewell to his soldiers, friends, and people. “The hour has come,” he is believed to have said, “when I must prepare to die for my faith and my country.” He called his people both “Greeks” and “Romans,” uniting the ancient Hellenic spirit with the legacy of Rome in one final breath of defiance.

What mattered in that moment was not just the defense of a city but the defense of an idea—of Orthodox Christianity, of Hellenic-Roman continuity, of freedom against tyranny. Constantine could have fled, as others advised. But to abandon the city would have been to abandon his soul.

The storm and the silence

As the Ottomans breached the walls at dawn, chaos engulfed the city. Yet even amid the horror, Constantine’s actions stood as a testament to his character. He shed his imperial regalia to avoid recognition and charged into battle at the front lines, sword in hand. “God forbid that I should live as an emperor without an empire. Since my City is falling, I will fall with it,” he had said.

No one ever definitively identified his body. He fell in battle, and soldiers buried him anonymously alongside them, legend has it. In Orthodox tradition, Constantine XI did not die—he became a martyr. Some even whispered that he would return like a sleeping king when Constantinople was once again free.

The Fall and the fury: The day Constantinople fell

At half past two in the afternoon on that fateful Tuesday, the Turks poured through the broken walls. What followed was not merely conquest—it was a desecration.

As George Sphrantzes, a Byzantine official and eyewitness, recorded in his book, The Chronicle of the Fall:

“The Turks became masters of Constantinople…They seized and captured anyone in front of them. They slaughtered those who tried to resist, and in some places the ground we could not distinguish from the many corpses that were lying down. The sight was horrible.”

What had once been the most revered Christian city on earth became a slaughterhouse. Women of all ages—nobles, virgins, even nuns—were dragged by the hair from Hagia Sophia, where they had sought refuge. Within the great cathedral, “weeping and wailing” echoed from its columns as children cried and clung to their mothers, and the blood of the faithful soaked the marble floor

Mehmed the Conqueror enters Constantinople.

Mehmed the Conqueror enters Constantinople. Credit: Fausto Zonaro, Wikimedia Commons, Public Domain

Desecration and despair: The ravaging of a holy city

Sphrantzes also wrote:

“The holy body and blood of Christ was poured out on the earth…The sacred vessels were broken or kept as spoils. The holy vows were defiled. The icons were trampled and looted. Gold-woven priestly robes were turned into saddlecloths or banquet linens. The relics of the saints were thrown aside like refuse.”

Even the Holy of Holies—the Hagia Trapeza, the altar—was profaned. The invaders drank, ate, and, as Sphrantzes wrote, “molested women, young girls and small children” atop the sacred space once believed to be the throne of God’s glory.

“Who could remain unmoved and not mourn for our Holy Church?” he inquired. The horror was total. Howls, screams of pain, and cries of mourning rang through the streets as Ottoman soldiers sacked churches, burned homes, and looted treasures. They spared no place and dug up gardens and demolished houses in a mad search for wealth. They slaughtered the old and the sick and enslaved the beautiful. The city groaned under the weight of its agony.

“Christ, my King,” Sphrantzes laments, “Your will surpasses the limits of the human mind… Save from sorrow and pain all cities where Christians live.”

Hagia Sophia Mosaic

The Jesus and John the Baptist (Ioannis o Prodromos) mosaic in Hagia Sophia. Credit: Patricia Barden, Flickr, CC-BY NC ND 2.0

The Aftermath: Martyrdom and memory

The Fall of Constantinople was not merely a military conquest—it was a rupture of civilization. As the Ottomans poured into the city, scenes of unspeakable tragedy unfolded. The Ottomans desecrated churches and slaughtered civilians—priests, monks, women, and children—or sold them into slavery. They converted the Hagia Sophia, that majestic vault of light and stone, into a mosque before the blood had even dried on its marble floor.

To many Greeks and Orthodox Christians, the city’s fall was not just the end of an empire—it was the crucifixion of a nation. The people who had kept the language of Homer and the theology of the Fathers alive had become subjects under a new dominion. But they did not vanish. In the centuries that followed, the memory of Constantine and his last stand burned like an eternal flame in the heart of Hellenism.

Even today, 572 years later, people mark May 29th with mourning and remembrance—not simply because the Ottomans captured a city but because a civilization stood to the very end, defiant and dignified. Constantine Palaiologos became more than a man; he became a symbol—not of loss, but of loyalty; not of failure, but of faith.

Byzantine architecture

The great Cathedral of Hagia Sophia, the head of Eastern Christianity until the Fall of Constantinople in 1453. Credit: Wikimedia Commons

A legacy carved in silence

The West did not come to the rescue. The pleas for help had gone largely unanswered. Perhaps fate intended it to end this way—not with rescue, but with sacrifice. The story of Constantinople’s fall is not merely about siege towers and cannon fire. It is about how a man chose to die with his people and how a people chose to fight rather than submit. Further, it is about how a city that fell still lives, not in maps, but in memory.

On this day, May 29th, let us not only mourn a fallen city. Let us remember the emperor who refused to kneel, the people who held to their country, and the idea of Constantinople—shining, tragic, eternal.