- Why are you worried my love? - he said touching my cheek gently.
- I am worried about what they say. They say that I got the Sultan in my hands, that I control you, - I answered lowering my head.
- Why do you worry? Does it bother you the truth...
When I woke up, I saw Murad, who was sitting on the chair at his work desk and was reading some papers. He was so focused that he only noticed me when I started walking towards him.
- You woke up, - he said smiling, and his eyes were shining.
- Yes, I did, - I said and started massaging his shoulders, - it is not healthy to work in the morning.
- Really? - he asked jokingly as he grabbed my hand and pulled me on his lap, - Well, since you say so, - added and left the paper on the desk.
- What do you want to do today? - he asked and pulled me closer to him.
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I looked at his eyes, and they were filled with joy. He had woken up in a good mood today. Lately, me and him have been very close together. Since when the Bursa incident happened, we have spent most of our time together. I have to admit that I really like him and enjoy his company.
- We could walk in the gardens, - I said, and he gave me a soft kiss in the lips, - or...
- Or we could go for a picnic, - he said, interrupting me.
I looked at him, surprised.
- Can we do that? - I asked, and now he was looking at me, surprised, - I mean of course.
He laughed a little, amused by my words, and hugged me tightly. I felt goosebumps. His scent tempted my senses. His presence gave me security and made me happy. He broke the hug and looked me in the eye. Something was happening between the two of us. Something I had no control over. His fingers, which lightly touched my cheeks, and his smile, which gave me butterflies in my stomach, were signs of a deep and powerful pleasure. Signs of a chemistry of our bodies and...our hearts.
I got out of his room with a big smile on my face after a long and sweet hug. When I was in the lobby that was in front of his room, I saw the same man who had been with us in Bursa. The same man dressed in the clothes of a high-ranking person who had prevented me from entering Murad's tent and the one who had stabbed the assassin behind his back when the latter was about to kill me. He was talking to a soldier who was there, and since they were not allowed to look at me, I covered my face with my headpiece and walked forward, leaving them.
Suddenly, his hand grabbed my arm stopping me from walking. I started to feel panic and uncertainty. "Did I do something wrong?" I thought to myself, but it would be absurd since I just left Murad. What could that man want with a simple Favorite like me?
- Mihrişah Hatun, - he said in a deep and serious voice.
Slowly, I raised my head and met his cold gaze and his cold face.
- Calm down, - he said again, stressing me more.
A man like him knows how to understand others and "read" their minds. Especially for inexperienced people like me who worry in such rare situations.
