Being a princess made Thyra a target to many but Thyra being herself it didn't matter to her especially if it escalated into a fight, she would be delighted, she loves to sword fight, unlike many ladies.
Mustafa was heartbroken after the death of t...
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" The sultan asked me as I got off my horse right in front of Mustafa's castle. When we were leaving I insisted on riding a horse instead of riding in a carriage.
"Very much your majesty," I said grimly as I looked around fascinated yet sad.
"Why the grim face princess?" Hurrem asked as she stood beside me.
"Nothing just tired," I said as we walked in where Mustafa and his mother were waiting for us.
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Mustafa smiled when he saw his father, he kissed his hand before he was pulled into a hug. When he pulled away he saw me and something sparked in his eyes.
The sultan followed his eye line to see him looking at me.
"I bought Thyra with me to show her around" the sultan explained my presence.
"Prince Mustafa," I said bowing to him avoiding eye contact.
"She's welcome any time," Mustafa said smiling at me, which I returned just with a little less excitement.
"Prepare a room for the princess," Mahidevran sultan said. I smiled and walked over to her, she pulled me in for a hug when she saw me.
"Princess I missed you and your adventurous stories," she said making me chuckle.
"I missed you too," I said looking at her before my eyes unconscious went to the prince who was already looking at me, I immediately looked away and followed Mahidevran to her room where we can talk before the naming for the baby.
"Your name is Suleiman" I looked up shocked at the name of the new prince.
I looked at Mustafa who was smiling happily, I got lost in his smile that I didn't notice them finish up for a second.
I went back to my room and sat by the window watching the guards and servants run around trying to get everything to be perfect.
"You like the view?" I jumped as someone spoke, I looked at the doorway to see Mustafa standing there with madam nowhere to be found.
I stood up and bowed to him avoiding eye contact again. I was mad at him for leaving me hanging like this with no answer to my questions, I had many.
"I missed you Thyra," he said walking over to me stopping only inches away making my heart beat faster than it ever has before.
"Didn't look like it" I said with courage looking at him with anger.
"Believe me I did," he said. The next thing I know his lips were on mine making me melt into him.
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His lips were very soft almost like silk, his arms were very gentle as they wrapped around my waist holding me like I was made out of glass and he was scared of breaking me.
"Why?" I asked as we pulled away breathing heavily. We didn't let go of each other wanting to favour this moment as long as possible.
"I don't know. Since that day I couldn't get you out of my head" he said placing his forehead on mine.
"Don't leave" he said placing one of his palms on my cheek rubbing it softly, I leaned into his hand loving the feeling of it being there.
"How?" I asked placing my own hand on his cheek feeling him rub his cheek against my hand, his beard scratching it a little which tickled.
"We'll find a way, just stay here," he said pulling his forehead away from mine so he can look me in the eyes.
"Do you really want me to stay here?" I asked feeling scared of the answer. What if he really was playing.
"With all my heart" he answered pulling me closer into a hug making me melt yet again in his arms.
"Then I will tell the sultan that I want to stay here for a while," I said pulling away from him. I could see something spark in his eyes, seconds later his lips were back on mine.
The next morning I was all happy and giddy on the inside while I tried to maintain and normal faced on the outside but I couldn't hide the smile on my face.
Prince Mustafa and Mehmed went out on a walk and the sultanas went out to sit in the garden, they invited me but I told them I was still tired wanting to sit on my own to think a little of an excuse to stay here for a while.
The doors to my room were slammed open making me jump and look up from the book that I had open in my lap even though I didn't read a word, there stood Mustafa's favourite and the mother of his son Suleiman with a glare on her face.
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"Who do you think you are?" She said angrily stalking over to me. I stood up in confusion and looked at her.
"What do you mean?" I asked confusions lacing my words.
"If you think I don't know then you're wrong," she said stopping right in front of me threateningly.
"Know what?" I asked trying to keep on a confused faced on my face. She knew, how the hell did she know?
"You-" she raised her hand ready to slap me but I blocked it with my fast reflexes.
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"Don't even think about it" I said harshly pushing her hand away from me.
"Now who do you think you are to raise a hand in the face of a princess?" I asked cockily making her growl and was about to yell at me but was cut off by the door opening again.
"Prince Mehmed has been shot by an arrow," a panting maid said making me gasp and run out of the room and to Mehmed's room where I saw the sultanas standing.
"What happened?" I asked no one in particular.
"My son was shot with an arrow! These murderers tried to kill my son!" Hurrem yelled pointing at Mahidevran who had a look of pity in her eyes, she turned her gaze to me and shook her head trying to tell me that she didn't do it, I nodded as a way to tell her I know that.
