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

7. Lavender scent

Ayse

As I waited in the foyer, I was plunged into a sea of ​​tumultuous thoughts. The translucent curtains that divided the palace spaces offered a certain privacy, but in the foyer, the emotional nakedness was palpable.

 I longed for a quick bath before meeting my sultana, but my thoughts wandered to more intimate places, to the possibility of assisting her in her bath.

My heartbeat echoed in my chest, a frenetic rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the flow of the water from the faucet and the intoxicating scent of lavender emanating from my sultana's bathroom. When she finally emerged, wrapped in a robe, her hair loose and gently waving in time with her walk, I was enveloped in a mixture of admiration and nervousness.

Inviting Malhum to accompany me, I was desperately looking for a distraction to calm the storm of emotions that overwhelmed me. I needed her to be present as I prepared myself, like an anchor in the midst of the tempest. As I waited for her company, each second stretched like a rubber band, prolonging the agony of anticipation.Amidst the uncertainty, a strange, unfamiliar desire emerged, a longing to see Malhum naked, to explore that connection that had been woven between us, a connection that transcended the barriers imposed by society and gender expectations. At that moment, in the intimacy of the shared bathroom, I could feel the electricity in the air, as if we were challenging established norms and discovering new emotional territory together.

The soft touch of Malhum's hands as she combed my hair was almost hypnotic, each delicate movement sending shivers down my spine. With a nervous gesture, I stepped away as she prepared to change, trying to contain the surge of emotions that overwhelmed me.Sitting face to face, the world seemed to fade away around us, leaving only the beating of our hearts and the intense glow of her dark eyes that trapped me in their depth. Those eyes, a window to an unknown universe, capable of disarming any defense and revealing my most intimate vulnerability.

Her hands, skillful and delicate, dressed me with a tenderness that left me breathless, as if each touch were a poem whispered to the wind. My breathing became erratic as she adjusted every detail, and when she finally placed the veil over my hair, I felt as if I was being crowned not only as the daughter of the sultan, but as hers, as part of a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

Determined to return the gesture of care and attention, I took the brush in my trembling hands and approached her, determined to comb her hair with the same devotion she had shown towards me. Her intrigued look as she accepted my offer only fueled the certainty that there was something more between us than simple social roles, something that united us in an indestructible bond, a connection that defied all conventions.

As we walked through the halls of the harem, we could observe the daily life that went on within its opulent walls. Concubines engaged in intrigues for the Sultan's favor, Mrs. Farya enjoying her little culinary indulgences in secret, and the eunuchs performing their difficult task of maintaining order among the women. At times, I found myself laughing at the absurd quarrels that arose over trifles, or admiring the grace and elegance of the concubines as they learned to dance in the dedicated hall.

Finally, we reached the heart of the palace, the chamber of Sultana Halime. Topkapi Palace stood majestically, with its golden domes and intricate architectural details, like a testament to the greatness of the Ottoman Empire.

Sultana Halime greeted us with the dignity befitting her position, seated on a throne that seemed to exude authority. Her imposing presence filled the room as she gave orders to her maids, reminding us that managing a harem was no easy task.

After due obeisance, Sultana Ayşe introduced me as her new right-hand woman. She pointed out the importance of optimizing expenses in the face of the economic challenges posed by the war, proposing changes in suppliers to ensure the financial stability of the harem.Sultana Halime nodded in approval, praising her niece's choice and trusting in her ability to fulfill her assigned responsibility. With a wave of her hand, she indicated that the conversation should continue with her niece, while I withdrew following established protocol.

As I left the room, I could not help but feel admiration for Sultana Ayşe's intelligence and cunning, a woman whose beauty and insight made her stand out even among the nobility of the empire.

*Flashback*My father, my mother and my family were lying dead on the floor, I was crying and suddenly a black wolf emerged wanting to attack me.I woke up scared in my bed, Mrs. Fasimet came in: My girl, what's wrong? I heard the screams from the other room.embarrassed I didn't say anything I just stayed silent while my breathing resumed its normal course.-It's sure to be that nightmare again, don't worry you'll be fine inshallah while she hugged me.

*End of flashback*