I fell in love with my Sultana- English Version-COMPLET

6. Nervousness

Ayşe Sultan:

We ate in a silence filled with expectation, as if the very air was filled with unasked questions. My eagerness to know more overwhelmed me, so I decided to break the silence. "Hadassa, you need a Turkish name for them to pronounce. I will give you one: Malhum. That is how you will be known, in honor of the mother of the first Ottoman Sultan. As beautiful and brave as you."

As I spoke those words, I felt a flush of shame for having praised her beauty and bravery in such a short time. However, she nodded her head in approval.

"You may leave," I indicated to the maids, who quickly cleared the plates from the table, leaving us alone.

"Hadassa, or rather, Malhum, we have a long day ahead of us today. 

After I get dressed, we will go check on Meriem Hatun, and then we will head to the library. I will show you what you will be supervising from now on," I informed her.

Despite her nod, I noticed a peculiar gleam in her eyes, as if she enjoyed listening to me speak or receiving my orders.

We went to inquire about Meriem Hatun's health, and to our good fortune, her condition was improving. The maids seemed surprised that a young woman was accompanying me this time; I usually preferred the company of older maids because of their wisdom.

Upon reaching the Harem library, I met my father's wife, Canzu, a blonde woman with blue eyes, a lover of romance novels, although she read them secretly from my father. I greeted her as usual and asked her about the book she was reading. She, embarrassed, confessed that if my father found out, he would scold her, as he considered such books a waste of time.

My father, far from romantic, preferred actions to words. His love was manifested through gifts and caresses. He was in love with Canzu for his lack of ambition and his constant support, despite having younger women around him. I saw her as the most beautiful of women.As I watched in silence, Hadassa, or rather Malhum, called her over to explain her new responsibilities.---Malhum Hatun

Sultana Ayşe invited me to sit down and began to explain about her businesses and charities. She spoke with passion, but my mind was clouded by her beauty – how could this woman be so perfect? ​​Why did I think this way about her? Her full, pink lips, the delicacy with which she moved her hands as she explained, had me enthralled.

"I don't know what she saw in me to entrust me with such tasks," I thought, until I heard her comforting words: "Malhum, you are special. I know you will be able to handle this. I have a hard time trusting people, but with you I feel trust. I know you are someone of principle, and that is just what I am looking for."My cheeks flushed instantly and I gratefully replied, "Sultana, you can count on me. I am here to help with whatever you need."

As the Sultana informed me that it was time for a bath, I noticed her nervousness, which also came over me. Since my arrival at the palace, I had observed the custom of bathing frequently, a practice I shared as a Jew. However, in the palace they used soaps that left exquisite aromas on the skin, and the women had radiant and hydrated skin. I would finally have the opportunity to discover the secret behind the Sultana's beauty. But suddenly, a thought crossed my mind: Would I see the Sultana without clothes? Shame invaded me and my heartbeat accelerated. Why could something as natural as a bath provoke this reaction in me?It is not the first time I have gone to the palace bathroom, but this time I feel that it is different, I just want to know why?... because of her?For a few seconds I was distracted until I heard the Sultana call out to me: "Malhum, hurry up," frowning.

We headed to a section of the baths I had never entered before, reserved for sultanas. Usually, they bathed at night, but Sultana Ayşe did it at noon, when no one else did. Upon entering, she indicated that I could take a bath after she was done, and asked me to stay there. Although relieved not to have to undress her or assist her in the bath, deep inside I longed to do so. What was happening to me? Was it normal to feel this desire to get to know my sultana more and be so close to her?