THE SULTAN'S HEART| MAGNIFICENT CENTURY|

CHAPTER 086

"What is the plan now, Sultanim?" Rosie asked as she curled my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror sitting on an ottoman with my finest clothes.

"We will let her be until Suleiman leaves for the campaign and after that, we will strike" I answered. It will be months from now before Suleiman leaves with Mehmed and Abdullah but those months will be worth the wait when I get to let out my frustrations on her.

"Why, Sultanim? Why not get rid of her now?" Rosie asked. I rubbed my belly feeling the baby move around restless but I didn't mind, this way I felt him or her move around all day long meaning they are alive.

"Why lose the opportunity to torture her when Suleiman's away?" I asked with a smirk. She smiled and nodded letting go of the lay curl and placing it neatly beside the other curled hair.

"All done, Sultanim" Rosie placed the curling iron on some platter to let it cool before picking up the coal hitting up the iron, and handing it to some aghas at the door.

"Rosie, call me Mihrimah" I ordered standing up from the ottoman. She bowed and left the chamber. I made my way to the couch and sat down with a huff. Being six months pregnant for the seventh time was no fun, at least I didn't feel as heavy when I was pregnant with Abdullah and Ayse, my first set of twins, and Korkut and Nuriye, my second set of twins. It was no shock to me that I had twins and twice at that, I myself am a twin. If only Sahihuban Sultan told us where she hid them. Suleiman is still investigating and is furious with his sister for keeping all three of my sisters away from me.

"Sultanim" I snapped back to reality. Mihrimah stood in front of me with a smile. She bowed to me when our eyes met.

"Mihrimah, my sun, and moon come sit beside me" I patted the space beside me. She smiled and took a seat beside me. She was without a doubt one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen. I understand Ayse's jealousy sometimes but Ayse keeps forgetting how beautiful she is too.

"You called for me, what is the matter?" Mihrimah asked. I stayed silent for a couple of seconds as I watched the way her eyes twinkled with love, such a romantic.

"I know Mihrimah," I said. She tilted her head to the side confused. I smiled at her attempt to seem confused.

"I know you're in love, however, I do not know who you are in love with," I said again trying to make her understand that if she lied now it would be no use.

"Are you mad?" She asked looking down at her hands. Without hesitation, I knew Hürrem would have been. I wasn't, I was no Hürrem. Moments like this make me wonder what would have happened if Hürrem was alive, what would have happened if I hadn't betrayed her.

"Of course not, now tell me, who is it?" I asked taking her hands in between mine. I rubbed them softly to comfort her that I was by her side.

"Yahya Taslicali" she answered looking down shyly. Yahya? The one that follows Mustafa around? My smile wavered a little at the thought of my stepson, the stepson that was in love with me.

"Is that so?" I asked letting go of her hands and leaning back against the couch. I placed my hands on my belly only then realizing I pulled away from her so I rubbed my stomach feigning being kicked by her sibling.

"Mother!" Someone yelled before the doors opened and Ayse ran in. She froze when she saw Mihrimah sitting beside me on the couch with a huge smile on her face.

"I was just about to send for you, I wanted us to spend the day together," I said trying to lessen her jealousy. It was evident in her eyes, that she was furious. She cleared her throat and straitened herself.

"Mustafa sent a letter to father, he has a son. Father decided for us to go to Manisa for the naming" Ayse informed us less enthusiastic. A son? My heart dropped at the information. Osman and Mehmed need to go to a Sanjak but I can't leave Istanbul. I need to find a way to convince Suleiman to let me stay here in Istanbul and send our sons away.