Muhtesem Yuzyil Imagines ♡

Final Battle: Hürrem & Hatice (CREDS TO AUTHOR)

Sometimes she imagined her hands around her neck, squeezing with all her might. The joy she would feel as she watched the life drain from that wretched woman's eyes, perhaps she'd claw and grab, squirm and kick. Try to free herself, but she wouldn't. She'd suffocate, she'd die and Hatice would smile and laugh.

Because she would be gone and she would have no more fear in her life she would have no more of that pain. She'd finish what her late Valide had started, she'd do what Mahidevran couldn't. The woman had tried numerous times, from beatings, poisonings. Never once was she successful, Hatice partially blamed herself for that. She'd felt pity for Hurrem at first the woman had been scared and was only doing what was told, sure she was rebellious but Hatice was as well. She saw a bit of herself in Hurrem.

The want to be free to spread her wings, soar with no restrictions.

The childish innocence she so wanted to grasp onto like a lifeline, Hurrem was like her.

No, that was a cursed thought. Hurrem was a slave, she was then and she would still be now. She was a Sultana by blood, born into this privilege and it was sickening to think she once considered that vile snake a friend.

Someone to look after.

No, if strangling her didn't work she'd have a concubine kill her.

Catch her off guard while she roamed the halls of the harem, her head held high acting like she owned the palace. Like the Harem was truly hers, and she'd be grabbed by her hair, pulled to the ground. A dagger in her back, she deserved to die on that cold floor alone and slow. Blood pooling around her, staining the luxurious dresses she had no right to wear or to own.

She would die alone.

Maybe Hatice would walk by seeming like a savior.

Only to kick Hurrem's dying bloody hand away from her like the filth she was.

Filth, that's what she was. No amount of jewels and dresses and complicated hairstyles could cover that up. She was a vile human inside and out, a true devil. Her soul was black ink and it infected all those around her including her children.

After Hurrem died maybe she could repair the damage done to her niece and nephews, reveal to them how much of a monster their precious Valide was. How her cruelty has damaged everyone, stained their hearts and souls. Slanders, everything that snake had said was slanders.

Slanders about her, Ibrahim, Mahidevran, Mustafa-

They'd understand, they'd listen.

They would accept it because they had to, she would make them.

Accept it like she had, she learned the hard way.

That the fiery redheaded Alexandra was not her friend, she gained Hatice's trust just to slander her husband. Get closer to The Sultan, gain wealth and power, trample all of her rivals. She didn't want to see it. At first she figured Hurrem was misguided and confused on where she stood in the hierarchy.

She was at the bottom.

She'd been nice about it and the two grew close, they'd go on walks around the palace grounds. Hurrem would tell stories of where she came from, teach her a bit of her mother language. Hatice enjoyed hearing about her younger sister most, sisters were a blessing. One Hatice appreciated, Hurrem agreed.

She missed her sister, and Hatice felt sorrow for her.

But now she wondered, how much could she bring up those old wounds?

Boasting about her own siblings and the joy they brought her, watch Hurrem as she remembered what happened to her own. How she'd been ripped from her arms along with her parents. Watched them be murdered by bandits as she was dragged away to be sold to the palace.