Angie's POV:
I heard Hümasah Sultan left to see her mother in her cell now.
Heh... Have fun, I guess.
Anyway...
As I went outside to take a walk when I saw Iskender... Pablo... Sitting there with a really troubled expression on his face while holding some type of kerchief in his hand, just staring down at it.
He didn't even notice me until I arrived right beside him.
- Oh! Uh... Sultanim... - he mumbled quietly.
- Hey, don't be so shocked - I smiled at him as I sat beside him.
In a normal situation someone like him shouldn't even be sitting near a Sultana, unless she tells him to do so, either he should be sitting beside a Sultana, but he knew I'm not gonna say anything against this so he stayed down.
- Why are you so troubled?
- Ah... No reason... - he sighed, staring down on the kerchief again and after waiting for a few seconds he continued - This kerchief...
- Yes...
- This is from my mother... Or so that's what I was told...
- I see...
- I have been doing my best to try and find her... But no clue so far... And this is the only thing that might can lead me to her...
- Pablo...
- The guy in the city told me... That this belonged to Mihrimah Sultan... At the time...
- Mihrimah Sultan?
- Yes... But somehow I doubt it - he smiled, rather sadly - Since if it is true... Then I belong to... To the Sultan's family...
- Why do you think it's impossible? - I smiled at him - You never know!
He stared at me for a while, in silent, but then he smiled.
- Maybe you're right... - he said.
Somehow I feel like it's not the fact that it's impossible for him to belong here, but the fact that he doesn't want to belong here.
I can understand him.
This whole family is messed up at this point.
Who would want to belong here if they have nothing to do with any members too much?
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about...
