Rose was just a normal girl living her life with her loving family as any normal person would, that is until the barbarians attack her village and kidnap her and sold her to the Othman's.
Sultan Ahmed has just been ascended to the Othman throne jus...
I walked into the valide sultan's wing feeling a pride fill my chest as the maids ran around fixing it and the aghas ran in and out taking the things that were not needed out of the room and newer ones were bought in instead.
As I walked in all of them bowed to me before leaving the wing clean and ready to be lived in.
"Everything is ready Sultanim," Cennet said making me look at her smile, I nodded before turning around and walking over to the throne.
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I pulled my skirt a bit up before sitting down where I belong on a throne. I may have not liked the idea of royalty and would've preferred to live a civilized life but that was out of the window now.
To protect my children I have to be strong, I have to be fearless and my bite gotta be stronger than my bark if I want to make my enemies bow to me and surrender.
I looked up at Cennet who was smiling at me, she walked over and kneeled in front of me taking my silk robes between her fingers and kissing it before moving to the side.
Emily walked over next and did the same thing after her, came Malin who had the brightest smile on her lips as she looked at me after kissing my robes.
Karla walked over last of the girls and placed a kiss to my robes after she said "May Allah protect you, sultana".
After Karla, Hagi agha walked over and kissed my robes before moving to the side.
My name is Jawhara, Jawhara sultan, Haseki Jawhara sultan, I am the mother of prince Othman and prince Mehmed. I am the mother of the three beautiful sultanas, Zahra, Shahrazad and Handan. I am the most powerful woman in the world right now and I will make sure to stay like that forever for my children's sake and for my own sake to survive long enough for my love for Ahmed to grow more and more with our many children that we have and will have in the future, we have five beautiful children and a sixth on the way, May Allah protects them all.
_ Six years later_
"Come over here Othman before your father comes," I said pointing for my eldest son to stand beside me as we all waited for Ahmed.
"MAKE WAY SULTAN AHMED KHAN HAS ARRIVED" an agha announced making everyone in the room stand up and bow.
Emily and Malin helped me stand up having a bit of a problem doing that myself with my swollen stomach. Ahmed walked in with a smile on his face as he saw his family waiting for him.
"Orhan, my little squirrel," he said picking up our youngest son who's three years old making him squeal in delight and hug his father's neck tightly.
"Kaya my pretty girl" he placed Orhan down and picked up our youngest daughter who was also our youngest child at the moment being only one and a half.
"Eid Mubarak father," Zahra said kissing the back of her father's hand before he moved.
"May this year be full of victories your majesty," Mehmed said kissing the back of Ahmed's hand.
"May Allah protect you for us father," Handan said also kissing the back of her father's hand.
"May this campaign be a victorious one father," Othman said placing a kiss to his father's hand before Ahmed patted his head.
"Eid Mubarak your majesty" Shahrazad said shyly kissing the back of her father's hand.
"Eid Mubarak my love" I also kissed the back of his hand.
"On you too Jawhara and Insha'allah next year we'll have our young prince or sultana with us too," he said placing his hand on my swollen belly.
A chorus of Amens flouted around the room for a bit before everyone sat down and started eating, everyone was starving from having to fast all day without eating or drinking except me and the younger ones because of me being pregnant and the younger ones wouldn't be able to handle the fast.
"I have a bad feeling about this campaign Ahmed," I said placing down my juice-filled cup on the tray like table.
"Don't worry my Jawhara, everything will be just fine" Ahmed reassured me placing his bigger hand over mine.
"This baby will be the first one to be born while you're away," I said sadly placing my other hand on my swollen belly.
"Everything will be just fine my Jawhara and when you give birth safely I will be in the battlefield fighting those insurgents," he said strongly making himself look more majestic than ever.
"And how will you name our little one?" I asked curiously.
"I will send the name in a letter and Hagi Agha can name it since he's been to the Hag" he explained. I nodded sadly looking down at the food feeling the baby kick a little.
It's been six years since I've taken control over the harem, I and Ahmed have many children now, Othman and Mehmed who are eight years old, Zahra, Shahrazad, and Handan are seven years old, Mourad is six years old, Orhan who is three years old and Kaya who's one and half years old.
Orhan had a twin sister who was born dead breaking all of our hearts, she was the first one to be buried in Sultan Ahmed's tomb May Allah give him a long life, she was given the name Fahriye who was also the name of Ahmed's traitor of an aunt.
My beautiful girl had my eyes and her father's hair if she had lived she would've been a very beautiful girl that men will fight for in the future just like her sisters.
Kaya looked a lot like her when she was born and I wouldn't have any doubt that they would look almost like twins if she had lived.
Orhan though was an exception out of all of his siblings, I'm not choosing favorites but Orhan was born with something special and that's his silver like eyes when he opened his eyes for the first we were all shocked at the color of his eyes.
His father nicknamed him squirrel because of his love for nuts, he can eat a whole bag of them and would want, even more, he could get a stomachache and still eat them.
I looked around me seeing my beautiful family sitting around me talking and laughing with each other, Ahmed was talking to Othman and Mehmed who were asking him to take them with him on the campaign but we all know he won't do it not until they were at least Seventeen and rule a state.
The triplets were talking to each other about jewelry and soon they were joined by their sisters Ayse and Fatma who were ten and nine years old now. Kösem sat to the side watching her daughter with a fond smile on her face, not once did Ahmed ask for her to his private courters yet she seemed to get over it already and all of her life was now build around her only daughter.
Mourad was playing with Orhan making the three years old squeal and laugh every now and then. Kaya sat on a maids lap flailing her chubby arms around despite being only one year old she could still say a couple of words like up and Mom.
