Duvarları içinde - within the walls

Chapter 26

A/N - Another long chapter.

Thanks for the previous comment, it made me happy to know that people like my book.

Warning: Mention of death and blood.

I won't put in the usual half-moons as it is mentioned more places through the chapter at different places at the tribe.

The days following were a mix of physical and emotional recovery for Mihrimah.

Her hands, still scared, were a constant reminder of Alemshah's torture. Despite her efforts to maintain her composure, simple tasks became daily challenges.

One evening, she sat at a small table in her tent with a bowl of soup in front of her. She was very hungry, but as she reached for the spoon, a sharp pain shot through her hands. She winced, trying to mask her discomfort.

Eva noticed the struggle. ''Mihrimah, let me help you.'' she said, as she moved closer.

Mihrimah shook her head. ''I can manage, Eva. I need to do this myself.''

Eva watched her concerned. Mihrimah's determination was admirable, but it was clear that she was in pain. Despite her best efforts, the spoon trembled in Mihrimah's grasp, and she spilled some of the soup back into the bowl.

''Mihrimah, there's no shame in accepting help.'' Eva said gently. ''Those are deep wounds. Your hands need time to heal.''

Mihrimah sighed, frustated. ''I know, but I feel so...''

''Helpless?'' Eva reached out and took Mihrimah's hand in hers while inspecting the injuries. ''You've been through a lot. It's going to take time for your hands to heal completely. In the meantime, let us help you.''

Reluctantly, Mihrimah nodded. ''Just don't tell anybody.''

She watched as Eva took the spoon and began feeding her the soup. Mihrimah knew Eva was right. She had to allow herself the time and space to heal.

After a while, Eva set the spoon down. ''That's enough for now. You need to rest.''

Mihrimah leaned back. ''Thank you, Eva. For everything.''

Eva smiled. ''That's what friends are for. Now, get some rest. You need it.''

Mihrimah's mind wandered to the recent events. The confrontation with Alemshah, her capture, and the torturous interrogation played out in her mind. She shuddered at the memory.

The next morning, Mihrimah awoke to the soft sounds of the camp coming to life. She stretched, wincing slightly as her hands protested. Determined to make the best of the day, she carefully dressed and stepped outside her tent.

She spotted Selcan near the Rug House. ''Selcan Ana.'' Mihrimah called out as she approached.

Selcan turned, her face lighting up with a warm smile. ''Mihrimah'm, come and see the rugs.''

After greeting the work-harding Hatun, Mihrimah ran her hands over the completed rugs. ''They're beautiful.''

''How are you feeling today?'' Selcan asked.

Mihrimah returned the smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. ''Better, thank you. I was wondering if you've seen Osman. I need to speak with him.''

Selcan's expression shifted slightly. ''Osman Bey is in Söğüt to see if the people are in need of something now that the winter has come.''

Mihrimah could only nod. It was usually her duty, but she was still healing and couldn't ride anywhere.