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...
I woke up on the seventh day of being locked up in this room and wore the same dress I wore when I was bought into this dungeon of some sorts.
I sat on one of the chairs and waited anxiously as I did for the past week feeling my heart break every second that passes with him away from me.
I walked over to the door after a couple of minutes and tried to open it but nothing as usual.
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"How much longer are they planning on locking me up here like some dog?" I asked looking at the maid behind me.
"I have no information Princess but maybe they're waiting for you to birth the prince before they kill you," she said making sigh and sit back down on the chair.
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I was bouncing my leg up and down anxiously as I waited and waited and at that moment the doors opened to show Mustafa standing there with a grin on his lips, I shot up and ran over to him as I yelled his name in happiness.
I hugged him as tightly as I possibly can leaving no space between us and so did he, it felt like we were apart for years and maybe eternity.
"This was an eternity of pain, I could barely stay sane for longer" I whispered running my hands through his hair that I've missed so much.
I looked over his shoulder to see the sultan, I gasped and pulled away and bowed to the sultan feeling fear build up in the pit of my stomach as he walked over to us.
"Nasira, that name suits you," he said as I stood back up straight.
"Thank you, your majesty," I said shakily not knowing how to react.
"Pack your bags, you and Mustafa will be leaving to Amasya," the sultan said before leaving. I gasped and turned my gaze to look at Mustafa who for some weird reason didn't look as bothered and was smiling.
"This was because of me" I muttered looking down in shame.
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"Don't say that, besides I wasn't really that keen on wanting the throne, I could careless you and our child are way more important than any throne in this world" he said shaking his head at me.
"But you lost everything because of me, if I hadn't killed the Danish prince just listened to my parents for once in my life and married the Danish prince-" before I could finish Mustafa held me a little rough from my biceps making my eyes widen and snap to his face that looked angry.
"Never ever mention yourself and another man in the same sentence ever again, you are mine now and so will you be forever," he said making my heart flutter at the sound of the slight jealousy he had in his voice.
"I let you down Mustafa" I whispered ashamed of myself but was shut up by his lips kissing mine passionately.
"We'll be staying here in Istanbul for the rest of the campaign and when the sultan comes back we'll be leaving for our new home our son or daughter," Mustafa said as we laid in bed together naked under the sheets. Mustafa was laying on his back with me laying on his chest drawing shapes on his chest as he played with my short brown locks.
"Do you really not care for the throne? I mean I feel pretty guilty for ruining this chance for you" I muttered ashamed.
"It wasn't only this, I've made some mistakes and anyways no one truly knows who will ascend the throne after his majesty may Allah protect him," Mustafa said back placing a small kiss to my forehead.
After getting a shower and getting dressed I walked out of my room finally and to the Harem, as I walked in everyone there bowed to me.
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"MAKE WAY, SULTANA NASIRA HAS ARRIVED" a Harem guy announced. I looked at madam with shock all over my face as she smiled.
"The sultan recognizes you as the prince's wife," she said making me grin happily and walked over to the only woman who didn't bow who I also saw in front of the sultan's wing, she must be Hatice sultan.
"Sultana," I said and bowed to her, she smiled at me and patted my shoulder.
"So you're the girl that stole our Mustafa's heart" she smiled warmly at me before walking over to sit and motioned for me to sit down beside her which I did.
After a small while of talking with Hatice Sultan Hurrem walked in with her head held high and when she saw us she walked straight over to us, I stood up and bowed to her just out for the customs no more. She bowed to Hatice sultan with a weird expression.
"You must be happy now that you broke my son's heart," Hurrem sultan said looking at me, I truly felt guilty for breaking the young prince's heart but a person can't choose who to love.
"I'm sorry sultana I truly didn't mean to but a person can't choose who they fall for," I said looking down at my hands.
"You too sultana you must be thrilled that you finally made one of my children cry," Hurrem said glaring at Hatice who shot up from her seat.
"Watch your words Hurrem and don't forget that I and Mehmed hold the same blood in our veins and I love him just as much as I love all of his brothers because he's of MY blood," Hatice sultan said angrily.
"Of course sultana but I can't say the same thing for Nasira here, she doesn't seem to care for my son that much," she said and resumed to glare at me.
"Believe me, sultana, I do love prince Mehmed but as a brother, means a lot to me," I said trying to convince her.
"Shut up your snake," she said before raising her hand to slap me only to be stopped by a hand from behind her. I looked behind her to see all of the maids bowing and for Mustafa to emerge from behind her as he let go of her hand.
"Don't even think about touching a single hair on my wife's hair" He said angrily walking over to stand in front of me just as Mehmed also walked in. Oh god please make this end well, this is getting too dramatic and weird.
"YOU and YOUR wife betrayed my son, you're supposed to be his brother and she was supposed to be his best friend-" before she could continue Mehmed stopped her.
"Mother! That's enough my brother and Nasira did nothing wrong, all they did was fall in love with each other" Mehmed said and glared at him mother who started to stutter before she huffed and left angrily.
"I apologize for her behaviour brother," Mehmed said looking at Mustafa.
"Mehmed you must know that I didn't mean to hurt you," Mustafa said looking at him brother and taking a small step over to him.
"I know brother," Mehmed said and pulled Mustafa in for a hug.
