Summary: Unfortunately, duty rarely sees eye to eye with heart, and Prince Hamid is commissioned for a new potion. Even though his heart is aching with longing, the imperial prince sets off once more towards the unknown. Who knows where or to whom t...
❥Summary:Unfortunately, duty rarely sees eye to eye with heart, and Prince Hamid is commissioned for a new potion. Even though his heart is aching with longing, the imperial prince sets off once more towards the unknown. Who knows where or to whom the stars will take him this time.
❥Word Count:+/- 5000
❥This work contains dialogues and expressions in other languages (Portuguese and Turkish). They are all translated and explained at the end of the fic. I apolagise in advance for the absurd amount of footnotes.
❥ English is not my first language. Please, excuse me for any typos /or grammatical errors.
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5th August 1817
After months crossing the Atlantic Ocean, he finally caught a glimpse of the new land. Allah had allowed them to have a peaceful journey so far. Had he not been born an imperial prince, he would certainly have been a pirate. Travelling across the seven seas, seeing the wonders of the world...Maybe that was his quadar[1] - be a pilgrim of the world!
If it had not been the intense study sessions of the new language with the interpreter taking up a good deal of his time, he could have died of boredom. It wasn't being as easy to learn as he thought. It was very similar to other languages he knew. He found a word or two that sounded like the language of his heart...but, at the same time, it was very different from anything else he had ever learned. He had never been so grateful for the dull Latin lessons as during those months.
When his mind was not frustrated with the learning process, his heart was melancholic. This time, it was not so easy to leave as on other previous occasions. England, or rather the people he met there, had become the home of his soul.
His dear friend, the Countess of Edgewater, had cried desperately for him when she heard about his departure. She wrote a letter to the sultan begging to let his dear friend remain at his position there. Though her emotions were exacerbated because of her (third) pregnancy, the imperial prince knew her feelings were genuine. His heart was aching for leaving her too. He cherished her very much, almost more than he should.
The Kingdom of Portugal was not far from England, so he still could see his friends often. When he knew the Portuguese king was living in Brazil, it was more difficult to accept his new fate.
In the Sultan's letter, the imperial prince was ordered to gather political and economic information about the kingdom and establish friendly relations, especially with the young crown prince, and seek an alliance.
Sensing the imminence of his arrival at the unknown, the prince had not been able to sleep that night. Although he was missing his friends so badly, the imperial prince was getting more and more excited to get to know this new land with each passing day.
