Sultan Mahmoud was the most lustful sultan the Othman empire has ever known since it rose from nothing to the strong dynasty it is now. He was a womanizer and the whole dynasty knew that but they didn't care as long as he was leaving for campaigns t...
"Sultanim, the Sultan is waiting for you in the garden," Daphne said earning my attention from Mustafa who was giggling for the first time as Ahmed played with his fingers.
"Is that so, come take care of them" I handed her Mustafa feeling tired and in no mood to meet anyone but this is Mahmoud who's asking for me and I can't say no to him.
Malike helped me put on my headscarf before we left my room. I walked out to the garden slowly feeling tired but tried to hide it not wanting to worry Mahmoud. I saw him sitting on his throne under the Sultan's tent. I walked over and bowed to him.
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"Neslihan, darling are you okay?" He asked standing up and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me protectively.
"I'm fine your majesty, just a little tired" I answered letting him guide me towards his throne. I didn't want him to worry after being at war for ten months.
"Are you sure?" He asked softly. I nodded feeling lightheaded but tried not to show it and looked up when Ali agha walked over to us with a maid holding refreshments. I placed my hand on Mahmoud's thigh feeling worse than earlier and I wanted to hold onto something.
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"Sultanim, are you okay?" Ali agha asked looking at me worriedly. I wanted to kick him for pointing out the obvious and making Mahmoud worry even more. Mahmoud placed his hand on my forehead feeling it a little.
"You're burning up" Mahmoud pointed out worriedly. He was about to say something but a running maid stopped as she bowed to us.
"Your majesty, Daphne hatun just informed us that his highness Shehzade Mustafa is feeling unwell," She said hurriedly as she took huge gulps of air.
"What are you talking about? I was just with him and he was fine" I stood up glaring at her, she only looked down. Without waiting for anyone I ran back into the castle feeling my heart in my throat as I passed through the harem with Mahmoud behind me.
A couple of maids stopped me from walking further into my room and pulled me out to the corridor also stopping Mahmoud from walking in making me worry even more than I already was. Daphne was standing with Ahmed in her arms while Suleiman was in another maid's arms.
"What in the name of Allah happened? He was just fine before I left" I yelled stepping closer to her making her flinch.
"Calm down Neslihan, you're also sick" Mahmoud stepped closer to me wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulled me back from Daphne.
"He's still so small and his body can't handle any sicknesses" I sobbed scared for my small boy, he was barely ten months old, he can't be sick.
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"Neslihan, calm down, our son will be fine" Mahmoud pulled me closer to him hugging me closer to his chest. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head before everything turned black and I sensed nothing.
I slowly slipped back to consciousness feeling a stark headache hit me like a horse. I groaned trying to raise my hand to rub the pain away but it seemed someone was holding my hand which prevented me from being able to use it.
"Neslihan?" I opened my eyes and looked beside me to see Mahmoud, he looked like a mess which was more than unusual.
"What happened?" I asked softly feeling like my head could split in half at any minute. I looked around me seeing that I was in the hospital wing.
"You were poisoned love" Mahmoud answered seeming relieved. I gulped not surprised in this castle for someone to try and poison me.
"Mustafa" I muttered remembering my sweet boy. Mahmoud seemed heartbroken as the name left my lips making me worry.
"His condition is not good Neslihan, the doctors are saying many things and we still don't know the cause of his sickness" Mahmoud answered. I let out a sob as a tear rolled down my face as my heart broke for my dear boy.
"Shhh, everything will okay, he will get better and continue his life like nothing happened" Mahmoud slid down beside me on the small bed and held me close to him rubbing my back.
"I want to see him" I begged looking up at him trying to stop my crying. Mahmoud kissed my forehead with a tired sigh.
"You're still recovering" He muttered softly. I shook my head sitting up causing myself to feel lightheaded but it soon passed.
"I'm fine, Mustafa needs me" I pushed the covers to the side and stood up. I almost fell of Mahmoud hadn't steadied me.
"Please" I begged looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. He nodded and guided me out of the hospital and back towards my room where I saw the entire royal family standing at the door with over twenty doctors talking, they all stopped when they noticed us.
"Neslihan, how are you feeling?" The Valide asked softly looking at me with sad eyes. I looked through the window to see Mustafa laying in my bed with doctors around him wearing masks in fear of a plague.
"I'm fine Validam, Mustafa is the one who is not fine" I whispered walking over to the window and held the bars watching as one of the doctors wiped Mustafa's small hand with some type of medicine.
"Neslihan" I turned around with a glare on my face, it was Leyla who spoke stepping closer to me, she had a sad look on her face which was something new, why would show me any emotions other than hate?
"I know what you are feeling, you need to be strong," She said softly placing her hand on my shoulder softly.
"Your majesty" Before I could answer her a doctor walked out of the room taking off his mask making sure not to touch anyone of us.
"How is my son?" Mahmoud asked worriedly looking at the doctor. I felt the air in my lungs freeze as he looked between all of us before speaking.
