Muhtesem Yuzyil Imagines ♡

The Golden Age of Sultan Mustafa I: Crown Prince (Part 3) (By MillsTeeth)

The celebration that Sultana Mahidevran had ordered to welcome her son had begun without incident. Melek entered with the other maids to dance and that was the first time she saw Prince Mustafa. He was sitting in the armchair, enjoying the food that was in front of a small table. He was an extremely handsome man.

Before starting to dance, Melek couldn't help but look the prince straight in the eyes for a few seconds. And Melek would have sworn for a moment that the prince had smiled at her for a few seconds.

Melek began to dance with the rest of the maids chosen for the celebration and during the dance, Mustafa did not stop watching her, he was clearly enthralled and stunned by Melek's beauty, which had eclipsed the other maids. She had a hunch that that night she would share the chambers with the prince, so she made an effort to give a dance that he would not be able to forget her.

An hour later, the celebration was over and Melek was walking with the rest of the maids to the harem chambers with a slight feeling of disappointment. She saw a maid she didn't know approach Fidan to tell him something.

—Melek! —Melek heard Fidan calling her, so she turned around to find out what he wanted.

"Tell me, Miss Fidan," Melek replied politely.

—Melek, the prince asked you to come to his chambers tonight. —Fidan told him while Melek's eyes lit up. —Remember what I've always told you, don't ruin your chances tonight.

—I'll be right there Fidan, thank you very much for letting me know. —Melek replied with a smile.

***

Escorted by a pair of maids, Melek made her way to the prince's chambers. They knocked on the door and waited for Mustafa to authorize Melek's entry. Melek was anxious and nervous because this was the first time she was going to be in the prince's private chambers, but there was no turning back now.

"Come in," Mustafa ordered forcefully.

The guards opened the doors to Mustafa's chambers, a few seconds later Melek entered and found himself face to face with the prince who had his back to Melek.

"Your Highness." Melek greeted him with a bow as she watched Mustafa turn to look at Melek. The prince smiled at the sight.

"You must be Melek." Mustafa greeted her back as he approached Melek, who nodded at the name. The prince lifted Melek's chin, in awe of her. "I would like to know who gave you that name."

"When I converted to Islam, Sultana Mahidevran suggested the name Melek to me," Melek replied to the prince with a smile.

—I'm not surprised... it's an apt name. You're as beautiful as an angel. —Mustafa flattered her, getting dangerously close to Melek's mouth when he saw that she didn't resist.

Melek could not hold back her desire and kissed the prince herself, who was quick to kiss her passionately back. The rest of what happened that night was history.

***

A week later.

—ATTENTION, YOUR HIGHNESS, SULTANA MIHRISAH IS HERE! —Mihrisah silently listened to the guards announce her appearance at the Palace.

Despite the fatigue of the journey from Manisa to Constantinople, Mihrisah walked briskly, watching the maids and agas bowing to her as they passed. The black crown on her head made her look taller and more imposing, and no one dared to look up at her. At the end of the entrance hall, she met Gulfem Hatun, who greeted her with a small smile. Mihrisah noticed a certain uneasiness on Gulfem's face and was determined to find out what was wrong with her.