THE SULTAN'S HEART| MAGNIFICENT CENTURY|

CHAPTER 062

"Qamar Sultan" Mustafa greeted bowing to me. He looked much better and in a healthier condition.

"Sehzade, I'm glad you have recovered" I smiled lightly at him. He nodded his head with a small smile on his face however it seemed there was some sadness in his eyes.

"I heard that you sent my favorite Efsun to the old palace, why is that?" He asked accusingly. He stepped closer to where I stood in my room completely ignoring Hundi who was standing to the side watching the interaction between us.

"She confessed a crime and I thought the perfect punishment for her was to be sent away to the old palace which I'm sure your mother has been trying to do for a long time now" I answered. Mustafa smirked much to my confusion. He turned to look at Hundi who averted her eyes to the ground.

"Leave us" He ordered. Hundi's head snapped back up to look at us. I raised an eyebrow confused as to what he was planning. I thought our last encounter together was an enough lesson for him.

"But Sehzade, it is against costumes" Hundi protested stepping closer to the teenage prince standing in front of me.

"I do not care, now leave us" He hissed glaring at her. Hundi had no choice but to bow and leave the room. I turned with a slight glare to the smirking prince in front of me.

"You sent her away because you're jealous of her," He said it as if he had just found treasure. I scrunched up my face in confusion for a second as his words registered in my brain. I sighed tiredly and shook my head at his weird words.

"I sent her away because she poisoned you under the orders of Hürrem Sultan before she died" I hissed pushing him further away from me. His eyes widened in shock before his face turned red with anger.

"I don't believe you" He stormed his foot down like a toddler throwing a tantrum. I rubbed my forehead feeling a headache approaching. First I had to deal with thirteen children and raise them properly and make sure they were doing at least satisfactory in their studies and now I have to deal with a teenager who knows nothing about controlling his emotions, just great. Not how I expected to spend my day.

"Mustafa, I swear to Allah if you do not fix your attitude I will go to your father and tell him everything, and then we will see if I was lying when he investigates this matter personally" I hissed angrily. Mustafa seemed shocked at my outburst. He took a step back as if I had just slapped him straight in the face.

"I want her back" He ordered like a small child demanding for candy. I closed my eyes trying to keep my anger under control.

"Go bring her back but do not blame me when you end up poisoned again or worse dead" I shrugged. I turned around and made my way to my bed but before I could reach it he wrapped his hand around my bicep and pulled me back so we were face to face again and he didn't let go of my bicep instead he was squeezing it tightly.

"Why should I believe you? You could be lying for all I know" He glared down at me. I really did want to slap him now and then but I restrained myself.

"Go ask her yourself then" I pulled my arm out of his grip and continued making my way towards the bed. I sat down as he stormed off to Allah knows where. Hundi scrambled in the second he was gone.

"Are you alright? Did he do something to you?" She asked worriedly. I raised my hand making her stop her fussing.

"I'm fine, go check on the children in their lessons, especially Mehmed, he is taking his mother's death the worst out of all of his siblings" I ordered. I could see it on her face that she didn't want to leave but she had no choice.

"Shhh" I whispered swaying Cihangir from side to side trying to get him to sleep. He let out a small cry and flailed his arms around. I didn't know if he was sick or was just missing his mother.