THE SULTAN'S HEART| MAGNIFICENT CENTURY|

CHAPTER 109

Exhaustion was all I felt today, it was like my body could not handle the stress of the harem and on top of it Mahidevran being here. Mahmud my grandchild has also fallen sick away in his sanjak but Melek said it was nothing to worry about and it was mere summer fever and it will be gone soon.

I decided to retire to my chambers early, seeking solace from the chaos of the palace. The soft glow of the lanterns welcomed me as I entered my room, and the soothing scent of rose petals filled the air. My trusted maid, Eva, was already there, waiting for me.

"Sultanim, your bath is ready, and I've prepared some herbal tea to help you relax," Eva said with a gentle smile.

I nodded in appreciation and allowed her to assist me in undressing and preparing for the bath. The warm water embraced me as I eased into the marble tub, washing away the weariness that had settled deep within me.

As I soaked in the calming waters, my thoughts wandered to my children and the complicated dynamics within the harem. The arrival of Mahidevran had created a rift, and I needed to find a way to maintain peace among the women, for the sake of the empire and my own sanity.

Eva returned with the herbal tea, and I sipped the warm, fragrant liquid as she combed and braided my hair. The scent of the herbs and the gentle hands of my maid helped ease my tensions. I realized that it was not just physical fatigue; the emotional burden was equally heavy.

Once my hair was neatly braided, Eva helped me into a silk robe, and I moved to the balcony, overlooking the serene gardens. The moon was rising, casting a soft glow on the palace grounds. It was a welcome respite from the chaos of the day.

In the distance, I could see the palace lights still burning, a reminder of the constant activity within these walls. I took a deep breath, appreciating the tranquility of the night.

After some time, a soft knock at the door interrupted my reverie. I turned to see my son, Seyfettin, standing there with a look of determination on his face.

"Mother, may I come in?" Seyfettin's voice was filled with respect and warmth. I nodded, and he entered the room, bowing before me.

"Seyfettin, my dear son, what brings you here at this late hour?" I inquired.

He straightened and met my gaze with unwavering determination. "Mother, I seek your blessing. My brothers and I are about to meet with Sultan Suleiman, and I want to carry your love and guidance with me."

My heart swelled with pride at Seyfettin's dedication and sense of responsibility. He had always been a dutiful son, and I had no doubt that he would make me proud.

I approached him, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Seyfettin, you have my blessings, and you carry not only my love but the strength and wisdom of our ancestors. Stand by your brothers and serve our Sultan with honor and loyalty."

He bowed his head in gratitude, and I pressed a kiss to his forehead. "May Allah protect you and your brothers, my son."

With his mother's blessing, Seyfettin left to join his brothers, ready to face the challenges that awaited them in the presence of Sultan Suleiman. As I watched him go, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride and anxiety, knowing that the path ahead would not be without its trials.

-Third person's point of view-

The flickering lanterns cast intricate patterns on the marble walls as Seyfettin walked down the corridor. He felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension churning within him. Today was a significant day, as he was about to meet with his brothers before an important gathering with their father, Sultan Suleiman.