Osman Bey's Daughter, Fatma Hatun

1. Kahreden Haber

Fatma POV

My father, Osman Bey, walked in, immediately noticing the atmosphere of the room.

I was stood by myself in my tent, my hands clasped at the wound on my waist. His worried eyes held me up. But it wasn't enough. My vision blurred...

Osman POV

Her face relaxed too much, and her eyes rolled back. Instinctively, I reached out, and managed to break her fall. Her head lolled to the side. Pain clouded my heart and fear drowned my mind.

'Kizim! Kizim! Open your eyes!'

I shook her, and reached for her face. When I raised my hand, all I could notice was the blood staining my hand. I looked down, and I froze.

A wound decorated Fatma's hip. I clasped my hands around it, and shouted out.

'Bala! Mal Hatun! Come!'

My hatuns and my son, Orhan ran into the room. They all looked shocked at Fatma's almost lifeless body in my hands. Bala raised her hands to her mouth, trying to cover her grief, and ran towards us. Malhun looked wide eyed, and almost tripped. Orhan managed to hold her steady.

Bala held onto Fatma, tears running down her face.

'Fatma! Open your eyes, my beautiful girl! Alps! Alps! Bring the healer!'

The healer ran into our marquee, and rushed to Fatma's side. She check over her wound, but looked worried up at me.

'Bey'im...-' 'What is it, Aliye Hatun? Tell me, what is my daughters situation!?' 'Bey'im, the wound, is very deep!'

That's just the first imagine I thought of yesterday. How this story works, is I create imagines, and don't continue them if I myself haven't thought of what happens next. Anyways ly