With a sigh I put the needle on the table, thinking about how the hell I ended up here.After my mother, who came from the ottoman empire, married my father who came from russia they moved to my fathers home town.
But after my fathers dead we moved to İstanbul, where my mothers brother lived. My Mother taught me everything about her hometown. And if I say everything, I mean that. So, thank god, I was able to adjust quite easily.
And at this moment I was, finally, done with the dress i've been sewing for the past three hours without a break.
The room was getting sticky and I've been itching for fresh air, which was the reason for me almost running out.
As I was out I decided to go on a walk. Normally I was not person who liked to go out but after the whole work was done I just felt so full of energy. Which was actually quite unlikely for me.
Sadly my dearest mother put me into quite..high shoes. It wasn't that I had a problem with those kind of shoes but the ground was quite dirty and full of stones.
As you can most likely guess, I tripped. As my mother would have tended to say, in a "not very ladylike" way.
«Child, are you okay?» I heard a voice asking, looking up I saw a man.
His eyes widened as I lifted my head. «..Hatice?» he asked, his voice full of shock.
I tilted my head slightly: «My apologies? My name isn't Hatice...»
To that time I didn't know who the man in front of me was.
As if he realized something he helped me go stand up, which surprised me.
And how much I would grow to hate the name-
«I should be the one apologizing, I mistook you for someone. Miss, may I ask for your name» he said, his voice was much calmer than before.
-Hatice.
«Please don't worry about it, my name is Alexandra.» I said politely, I didn't really care, I was just scared what my mother would say if she saw my dress.
He stopped for a second as if remembering something, before he smiled at me: «Truly a special name. I am..Selim.»
He was lying. Definitely. But his smile didn't hold any hostile ambitions behind it, so why was he lying about his identity?
Not showing any of my thoughts I gave him a smile: «If you would excuse me now, I must go back home.» With that I turned my back to the middle aged man.
After I cam home I wanted to run into my room, unfortunately she was already home. «Alexandra!» her voice echoed through the corridor.
«What happened to your dress- or what did you do now?» her cold voice made me hold my breath.
— I'm doomed, so doomed — I thought while trying to control my breath. «I was out for a walk and...fell» I said, lowering my voice at the last part.
«That is why I am telling you not to run. I hope that no one saw you or this will have a bad ending for you.» "Don't bring shame to us." That was what her face was saying and it was most likely what she was thinking.
«Of course mother I met no one, please don't worry yourself with such unimportant matters.» I said, keeping my voice as calm as possible. I was good at lying, also at reading people.
But my mother was a difficult person. She was hard to read and to fool.
«Go.» she sighed annoyed. I raised my head surprised, normally she wouldn't have let me go so easily. Was she just tired, or was there a specific reason?
— Well who cares? As long as I am safe for now —
Finally back in my room I released my breath, relived.
— that's why I hate going out. Only bad things happen. — I thought while shaking my head.
After I went to shower, dressed myself and brushed my hair, I heard a knocking.
— Uncle comes home much later? Who could that be? — I asked myself and walked down.
As expected my mother was also in front of the door raising her eyebrow at me.
Knowing what she was thinking I shook my head to symbolize I didn't invite anyone. She gave me a suspicious nod before putting on a sweet smile and opening the door.
There was...Sir Selim..?
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| I did not find any informations about Hatice Sultans children which is why I am gonna make them dead in this story. My apologies if this is historically incorrect but I couldn't find anything no matter how much I searched, so I hope you will forgive me for this.
Now I hope you will enjoy this Story :) |

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