What if an Othman Sultana married into another royal family? What if she was married to the Crimean Royal Family before all the wars happened and war started?
Could she survive in a country she's never been to before? Could she follow the rules they...
"Are you alright, Arslan?" Fatima Hatun asked her son. Arslan hasn't eaten a single thing since his fight with Mihrimah in the garden. He felt sad when Mihrimah didn't show up to the family dinner that night claiming she was feeling a little ill. Ayse looked up from her soup and watched as Arslan stared into the distance.
"Arslan" Fatima raised her voice snapping Arslan from his daydream. Ayse had to stop herself from spitting the soup as she giggled. It was obvious that her brother was in love.
"Yes, mother?" Arslan asked confused. He didn't even realize the looks his sister and father were giving him. Of course, none of them knew that nothing happened between Arslan and Mihrimah and thought they were still getting to know each other.
"I asked if you were alright" Fatima repeated. Arslan sighed and rubbed the back of his neck feeling embarrassed for acting this way in front of his parents. He has to set records straight.
"Just tired. I will retire then" Arslan stood up and left before anyone could stop him. Fatima glared at his untouched soup and piece of bread.
"That Othman witch is messing with his head" Fatima hissed sipping some water before slamming the cup back down. Metal hitting metal caused an echo in the dimly lit room. The Crimean style was not much different from the Othman being built by Othman architectures.
"Enough Fatima, leave the girl alone," Sahib Giray said with a warning in his voice. Fatima didn't know why her husband refused to acknowledge the grip Mihrimah had on Arslan.
Arslan stormed into Mihrimah's room where she was getting ready for bed. The maids helping her get dressed bowed to their prince before scrambling out to give the married couple some privacy. Mihrimah turned to face Arslan confused by his behavior.
"What is the matter?" Mihrimah asked confused. Arslan's eyes unconscious roamed over her body covered by a mere sleeping gown. Mihrimah was not shying away and covering herself, this was her husband in front of her after all.
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"The matter is you are driving me crazy" Arslan answered stalking slowly closer to Mihrimah. Her heart started hammering very fast. She was expecting another miserable speech about how she bruised his ego and dirtied his honor by loving Bali Bey but now he was advancing at her like a lion or more like a Crimean Eagle, yes he was no Othman, he was no lion, he was a Crimean, an eagle.
"Is that so?" Mihrimah teased raising an eyebrow. The two looked at each other as Arslan stopped in front of her. She raised her head in fake confusion. The two stared at each other with so much arousal and love.
"Yes, I keep thinking of you. You are always on my mind when I wake up, you are the first thing I think of. Before I go to sleep you are the last thing I think of. When I'm training all I could think of is you and protecting you like you are the reason I wake up and go to sleep, like you are the reason I exist and I love it" Arslan burst. He couldn't hide his emotions anymore. It felt so good to finally say those words out loud and admit his deepest and darkest secret.
"You love that I'm driving you crazy?" Mihrimah asked whispering. She placed a hand over his chest feeling his beating heart, she had never felt a heartbeat so fast in her life before.
"I love that I love you" Arslan corrected. Mihrimah's eyes snapped up to meet his. She was not expecting such words from his mouth, the mouth she wanted to kiss so bad.
"Selimiye-" Mihrimah began. She wanted to tease him some more but he interrupted her the second the name left her lips.
"Is a childhood friend of my sister and if you ask I'll have her hung at the palace doors" Arslan said. Mihrimah felt pride fill her chest. She raised her other hand and took ahold of Arslan's hair, she forced his head down and kissed him as hard and as passionate as she could. Arslan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his body. Mihrimah was barely standing on her toes as Arslan held her up to his height and kissed her with as much love as possible.
Mihrimah couldn't be happier as she and Arslan walked through the palace gardens. She had her hand placed on Arslan's elbow as they walked and his other hand was covering her hand in his elbow keeping it warm in the autumn breeze. Two figures were standing by a tree Mihrimah recognized one as Selimiye.
"Who is he?" Mihrimah asked Arslan as they approached the two. Arslan looked closely only then removing his eyes from the beautiful woman holding onto his arm.
"Ibrahim, Selimiye's older brother" Arslan answered. Mihrimah nodded her head. The siblings bowed to the couple as they approached. Selimiye's face morphed into a grimace noticing how close the two were, closer than the day before if that were possible.
"Sultanim, it is an honor meeting you," Ibrahim said trying to sugarcoat Mihrimah and it was obvious.
"Likewise, Bey," Mihrimah said back coldly. Arslan smirked seeing the look on Ibrahim's face. Selimiye turned to look at his brother expecting his frown. She knew that he was hoping of becoming a pasha so he could recover the grand vizier position after their father someday but that day seemed far away and Sahib Giray refused to give him a higher position than a Bey.
"Come, Ibrahim, I need to ask you for advice" Arslan pulled the other male away. The two were still visible to Mihrimah and Selimiye but were out of earshot.
"Do you know what Arslan afford me yesterday for a kiss?" Mihrimah asked. Obviously, Selimiye didn't know but the question was part of Mihrimah's torture of the other woman. Selimiye's eyes filled with tears at the mention of Arslan being intimate with someone else.
"What?" Selimiye asked with a shaking voice. She guessed money or power or a higher position not like Mihrimah could get any higher.
"Your death" Mihrimah answered. Selimiye gasped and turned to look at Mihrimah with horror-filled eyes.
"For a mere kiss from my lips, Arslan is ready to end your miserable life" Mihrimah hissed smirking at Selimiye. A tear rolled down the older girl's eyes as she stared at Mihrimah.
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"And I may just take that offer" Mihrimah gave Selimiye a fake smile before strutting over to Arslan. Arslan's face lit up at the sight of his wife and held out his arm for her again. Mihrimah wrapped her arm around his and let him lead the way back to the palace. She threw Selimiye a smirk on the way making sure to remind the other girl who was in power here.
