Zevki Sultan | 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐘

~ Chapter 32 ~

"Hürrem, what is going on? What witchcraft are you doing now?" Valide boomed at Hürrem, who was casually strolling in. Her mannerisms made me so mad, I was on the verge of getting up and showing her out, so to speak.

"Nothing, my Valide, except for the fact I am now carrying your grandson, the future Sultan of the Ottoman Empire!" Hürrem beamed. I can't believe she thinks anybody will accept that bold statement.

"Hürrem, we were just telling Mahidevran the same thing: the laws don't guarantee any place for anyone, and certainly not someone like yourself! Know your place when speaking to me, the Mother of the Sultan!"

Hürrem bowed quickly as to not make it seem like she was defiance of the ruler of the harem, but everyone knows that there will be things that go down around here. Valide Sultan sighed and put her hand on her forehead, and Hatice quickly got to her side and began massaging her hands to calm her down.

 Valide groaned slightly before looking back at Hürrem, who was still there gawking us like she was watching a show.

"Get out of my sight before I have the servants whip you 25 times as appropriate for disturbing a Sultana."

Mahidevran giggled for a moment and then quickly covered it up by coughing, but everyone still gave her a small look. Hürrem was all red as she bowed and quickly dashed out of the harem, and I must say her reaction was quite funny, even for the moment.

"Mahidevran, go take care of young Mustafa. Gülfem, I would like you and I to go to the Sultan to take this matter up." Hatice Sultan declared. 

"Hatice, it's all right. You are his sister, and he will likely not be fond of it if you go to speak with him on this. I will speak to him later about doing something with Hürrem, because she cannot get away with this that easily, even if she has a child."

Hatice Sultan sighed and nodded, and got up. Everyone else but the Valide got up to bow to her, and I was about to go back to my rooms before Hatice spoke.

"Zevki, I would like you to come with me back to my rooms right now. It will be brief."

I nodded. "Yes my Sultana."

I followed her to her rooms, which were just down the hall from Valide's, which were upstairs and overlooking the harem hall.

"Zevki," Hatice said as she took a seat on her couch, motioning me to sit down. "I would like to know a little bit about you. We haven't spoken much really, and you are the mother of my future niece or nephew."

I sat down beside her. "Yes, Sultanim. I was born Francesca For- uh, Francesca Trastamará I mean, and I was part of a noble family in Spain. I have a sister and some younger brothers, and we were at a party for the Spanish princesses when I got kidnapped and taken here. That's sort of it I suppose. I'm not very interesting otherwise."

"Hmm, Spain. There's a few other girls here from Spain, I think one of my maids too. But otherwise, I think you seem to be of pleasant character."

She paused momentarily, before going on, leaning in with a softer voice. "I hope that you succeed with my brother, because unfortunately, so far he has only had weak willed, or terrible women at his side, apart from Gülfem but that went a bit awry, and he needs someone strong but submissive, loyal but also good character and faith, and who truly cares about the well being and fate of our Empire."

I nod along with her words. "I hope to do just that, Sultana."

"Good. I trust my Valide is also leaning to your side, and with Mahidevran's behavior recently, so am I. Please do not fail us."

I do not intend to. I have come all this way, from a Spanish princess to an Ottoman slave, taken from her family and the comfort of home to a barbaric land. I have managed to capture the Sultan's heart and have his children. I will not stop here, and certainly not give up. 

No soy Francesca Fortuna, princesa de España. 

My name is Zevki, and unlike Hürrem who sets fires, or Mahidevran who sits idly by, I am a Phoenix, I will rise from the ashes to something, to someone, greater than anyone could have imagined. 

The one and only Zevki , the great Sultana above fires and storms, made from ashes and rainfall, the one who will deliver peace through her strength, and prosperity to all who believe in her and her cause.

People will speak of me in not one year, not in ten, not in a hundred, but in a thousand years. My name will ring sound and clear.

Zevki Sultan.

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A/N: Thank you for reading. Sorry this was a short chapter, I am going to start having time skips starting next chapter, so I kind of wanted to set the stage for it through this chapter.