A/N: This'll be a Germangie story, but during the story I'll write German's name as "Herman" because I'm not changing his name to Ahmed... Because I just don't want to and with H his name fits a little more.
Other than that enjoy!
Herman's POV:
Peaceful night with full of pain, tears and worry.
Tonight's very much likely Sultan Mehmet's last night in this world before he leaves us forever.... Or atleast that's what the doctors have said.
I was now called over to the balcony by my grandmother, Safiye Sultan so I have no time to feel sorry, but to hear there.
When I arrived there all the servant and so many more were around while she herself was just standing there.
Even though she had her back to me I could see the sadness just by the way she was standing.
- Sultanim... - I spoke up after a while just standing behind her.
She turned around to face me and just as I expected she was crying.
She sighed deeply before actually looking into my eyes and finally speaking up:
- It's over... - she sighed - He was way too weak.
At this point as I looked inside the Sultan's room I saw him already covered down.
He passed away.
The sun is slowly coming up as well while this moment way going.
- With the sun coming up and shining at us and all the people around us... From today you're the new ruler of the Otthoman Empire - she continued as she bowed down deeply, followed by every single person around us.
I'm the new sultan.
Sultan Herman Han.
Ruler of the Otthoman Empire.
The place that once my long adored ancestor, Sultan Suleyman had created.
I'm way too young for this...
Will I be good enough?
Will I ever be able to rule this kingdom good enough?
Will I be able to make the good choices?
I honestly have no idea, but right now there's nobody else that could be the sultan other than myself.
I knew this'll happen sooner, or later...
Since I have no more brothers other than Mustafa, who's only 5 years old right now and wouldn't be able to become the Sultan.
So I'm the only one that can rule.
We'll see how will it go...
