-Three months later-
"Good morning Sultana" said Hurrem.
I took a deep breath as I was not ready to see her stupid face in the morning. Also, Hafsa Sultan was waiting for me to have breakfast together and I did not want to be late..
I put my hand on my belly "What do you want?"
"I'm simply trying to be kind" she said, raising an eyebrow "But wait...are you afraid that I might bear a son for the Sultan, aren't you?"
I laughed mockingly "And why would I be afraid, what does it have to do with me?"
She approached me and it was clear that anger filled her eyes "Because my son will compete with your son for the throne and who knows, perhaps my son will ascend and then he will end your son's life quickly"
When it comes to Mustafa, I can never control my nerves, so I raised my hand and slapped her hard, I did not understand what happened because she pounced on me and started pulling my hair while I was screaming and trying to push her away, we fell to the ground and she came on top of me and started slapping my face hard until the maids came quickly and pushed her away, I was feeling severe pain in my stomach.
I kept screaming loudly until I lost consciousness.I opened my eyes slowly and raised my hand to pass it over my head because I was feeling dizzy, I turned to my side and saw Hafsa Sultan and some maids.
"Thank God, you finally woke up" she said with a warm smile.
"What happened?" I exclaimed, my mind racing to piece together the last moments... Panic surged through me as I placed my hand protectively over my stomach "My baby... is my baby alright? What has happened to him?"
She approached me and put her hand on mine "Mahidevran calm down, your child is fine, thank God nothing happened to him" She raised her eyebrow "But you, what did you do? Didn't I tell you to avoid that woman?"
"She's the one who came in front of me and started telling me really bad things" I said and tears started to fill my eyes, before she could answer me the door opened and Suleiman appeared.
"Suleiman" I felt warm tears on my cheek.
"Thank God you and the child are fine" He said coldly "But Mahidevran I won't let something like this go so easily, have you started fighting with random concubines? I never expected something like this from you"
"But.." I couldn't explain what happened to him because he interrupted me.
"Take care of your health and the child's" He said without looking at me then left quickly.
"Don't worry, Suleiman is a little angry with you now, he will talk to you later" Hafsa Sultan smiled calmly, then stood up and left.
I put my head back and started crying, shouldn't he be so worried about me but instead he thinks it's my fault, I don't care about the traditions that sultans followed, if he really respected my feelings, he would have put my comfort above everything else, he thinks it's normal for me to share the man I love with other women.
The door opened and I saw Mustafa running towards me "Mom are you okay?" He sat beside me.
I quickly wiped my face and put a small smile on my lips "I'm fine, aslanim"
He raised his hand and placed it on my cheek "Were you crying?"
I moved my head "No, no...I'm just a little sick" I smiled and placed his head on my chest "Tell me where you were?"
"I was playing with swords with Ibrahim Pasha" He raised his head and looked at me "I told him I wanted a real sword but he insisted that we play with wooden swords"
I smiled a little "When you grow up a little you will have a real sword of your own"
He moved his head "Ibrahim Pasha says that he knows that I am much stronger than him so he is afraid to give me a real sword"
I laughed a little and raised my hand running my fingers through his hair "Yes you are the strongest prince in the world"
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A month passed and Suleiman was still talking to me coldly, Hurrem was also locked in her room as punishment for attacking a Sultana and I hope that when she gives birth to her child she will be sent to the old palace or somewhere else.
I put a shawl over my head then my maid Nur and I went to pick up Mustafa from his lesson because I promised him that.
I approached the door and noticed Ibrahim Pasha standing and it seemed that he was watching Mustafa, he loves him very much.
"Sultana" he lowered his head after noticing my arrival.
"Ibrahim Pasha" I said with a small smile "How are you?"
"I am fine Sultana" he said without raising his eyes "As long as the family is fine, I am fine too"
"I really appreciate your efforts" I turned to watch Mustafa from the window "Mustafa really loves spending time with you"
"It is an honor for me" he raised his head to look at Mustafa "You are also a great mother, Mustafa talks about you all the time"
"I hope so, may God protect him" I smiled proudly.
"Sultana" he turned to my side "You know that a great mission awaits you, don't you?"
I didn't understand his words so I raised my eyebrows in surprise "What are you talking about Ibrahim Pasha?"
"I am always loyal to the Sultan and I will die protecting him and standing by his side" He sighed a little then added "But you know that the Sultan will have many sons which will lead to many problems, there's always just one lucky şehzade"
I felt nervous so I intertwined my fingers trying to calm myself "But Mustafa is the eldest and therefore God willing he will be the crown prince" I moved my head "May Sultan Suleiman live long this is not the time for this topic" I looked out the window again.
"All I was trying to say Sultana is that I will be by the şehzade's side on this long road" He lowered his head "I don't want you to worry we are by Mustafa's side"
I shook my head without answering him, as I felt that there was still time for these topics, but Ibrahim Pasha was right, with other şehzades around, they would all want the throne, and the first threat for them is Mustafa, yes, my son needs protection from this moment, as there are many enemies who want to get rid of him.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲
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