𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲- [Magnificent Century]

CHAPTER 4

                    "Won't Baba come to wish us goodnight today?" Asked Mihrisah innocently, her older brothers Osman and Murad looked at their mother expectantly, awaiting a response.

Her mother sighed and sat next to her daughter on the small ottoman, while her sons were in front of her, a small doll in her hand, how could she tell her children that their father was busy attending a dancing party in his honour? It would hurt her pride and create problems between her possessive children and their father, and that was the last thing she would wish for to happen. "My love, your father is sultan now, he will be busy most days, so when he has time he will visit us, not every day, but we can always go pay him a visit in his chambers," she told them with a small soft smile.

Murad, always the smart stubborn kid said "Why don't we visit him tonight then?" Mera could see his siblings nodding, she shared a look with Fulane and Emine and sighed heavily.

"We can't tonight, your father is busy," she told them firmly, inwardly hoping that her children won't ask any more questions, but who was she kidding? Her children inherited her curiosity, the same curiosity that got her kidnapped from her home in the first place.

"He is busy at night?" asked Osman for the first time this night. At the same time, Mihrisah spoke up worried. "Baba should not work this late, he should sleep so that he can grow taller and healthy!" she yelled outraged.

Mera couldn't help herself, despite her anxious mood, she laughed heartily at her two-year-old daughter's innocence, recalling herself using that threat on her to eat the foods she didn't like." No my sweets, your father will be fine, his mother Valide Sultan decided to throw a party in his honour." she half lied.

"Then why are we not invited? Were Mustafa and his mother? We are more important than he is!" Yelled Mihrisah outraged.

Mera's smile was washed off her face as soon as those words were out of her daughter's mouth, her words were treasonous, and if someone would hear them, Mera would suffer the consequences, and thus her children as well.

"Mihrisah! We don't speak of our siblings that way! Even half-siblings!" she scolded her, though everyone in the room, even the kids, knew that her words were just protocol, that they were not heartfelt, she just had to say them for fear of unwanted consequences. "And no, Mahidevran sultan and shehzade Mustafa were also not invited, it is a private party, and only the sultan is in attendance, along with partial Ibrahim and Sumbul agha."

"Is that why Sumbul agha couldn't play with me today?" asked Osman with furrowed brows.

"Yes, precisely my boy he will play with you tomorrow."

"Why can't we have our own parties too?" Asked Murad with a scowl on his face.

Mera smiled and ushered her three kids to come to her, once they did, she hugged them tightly and sandwiched them between her hands. "One day, my loves, one of you will be the sultan of the world, and your siblings will be by your side, then we will have as many parties as we want, alright?" she whispered softly in their ears.