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 walked into Hurrem's wing feeling my heart clench for the young sultana who will be here any minute. I walked over to where Mahidevran sultan was and stood beside her just as the doors opened and sultana Mihrimah walked in and sat in the center of the room.
I closed my tightly unable to watch the sorrow fill her eyes as the harem girls started circling her with the henna on silver platters as a girl started singing.
I am sure sultana Mihrimah's life will be filled with sadness and pain. I knew exactly how it felt to marry someone you do not love and that is the reason I am here beside my lover and the father of my children. I promise my self and Mihrimah that I will help her and be by her side whenever and through whatever.
The young sultana does not deserve the fate her mother just carved for her in the stones nor does Rustom deserve a jewel-like her to his wife.
The next day I watched from the balcony as Mihrimah was sent to her husband's castle. I could see how much she was hurting as she walked out of the castle she was born in, the castle she was not wanted in except by one person and that is Mahidevran sultan who was more than over the moon after hearing that she was not a boy.
I couldn't stand watching her so sad so I turned around and went back to my room where the children were with madam. Mehmed was almost three and the twins were turning one soon.
I sat down on my bed holding Beyazid in my arms feeling my heartbreak for the poor sultana. The doors opened to show Mustafa walk in, I was about to get up and bow to him but he stopped and instead came over and sat down beside me.
"You're not going to the wedding?" He asked taking Bayazid's hand in between his fingers playing with the small digits of his.
"I can not watch her get destroyed by her own mother" I answered patting Beyazid's head as he squirmed a little.
"Neither can I and that's why I got permission for us to leave tomorrow first thing in the morning" he kissed the side of my head before walking over to Mehmed to play with him.
Mehmed has been feeling jealous ever since his brothers were born and I could not help myself but find that funny when I was told that I had gotten a younger brother I couldn't stop crying and throwing tantrums every now and then.
Mehmed was usually a very calm child that is until his brothers arrived to the world, he didn't mind his sister who was being raised by her mother but he hated that fact that he had to be with his brothers all the time and that he had to share the time he had with his father with his brothers.
After a while, Mustafa left to prepare for our departure tomorrow. I too started packing with Madam as Malak looked after the kids.
"I can't believe a mother would throw her own daughter into the fire" I scoffed throwing one of my scarfs into the box.
"She's literally killing her own daughter," madam said placing another scarf in the box more calmly.
"Sultana" I turned around to see a maid standing there at the door. I nodded for her to continue.
"The prince is asking for your presence in his courters," she said. I nodded getting up and walked out of the room leaving madam to pack on her own.
I walked into Mustafa's room to see him with his daughter as her mother stood a little to the side. When she saw me walk in she scoffed and glared at me.
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"Mustafa," I said earning his attention. He gave me a smile before handing Narges sah to her mother and letting her leave. She bowed to him and walked out throwing glared my way but I just ignored her.
"I missed you," he said pulling me into his arms. I chuckled placing my hands on his chest playing with the patterns on the material.
"You saw me earlier" I muttered as the atmosphere started to calm down and become more relaxing.
"Does not matter. I miss you even when you are in my arms" he mumbled placing his forehead on mine. I let my hands run up his chest and settle on his cheek.
"Since when were you a poet?" I asked jokingly. He chuckled at me placing a kiss to my cheek and leaned his head on my shoulder.
"Since you came in to my life" he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine as his breath hit the side of my face. He placed a small kiss behind my ear before moving to my neck. I shuddered at the feeling of his soft lips on my skin feeling goosebumps rise on my skin.
"Mustafa I'm scared" I admired making him pull away and look at me softly.
"What are you scared of?" He asked placing his hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes pushing my face more into his hand loving the feeling of his skin on mine.
"I'm scared for you and our children" I whispered. He surprised me by pulling me up bridal style and walking over to the bed laying me down on his gentle. I let out a squeal as he hoisted me up and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly.
"Do not worry my dove, I won't let anyone come near you or our children. I will protect you" he said. I sat up facing him and placed my hand on his cheek.
"I have no doubt that you would protect us if we needed protection but who will protect you?" I asked the questions that had been running through my head for god knows how long.
"I will protect you and our children and I will have god by my side to protect me. Besides I have a wife like you and I do not doubt that you would rain hell on who ever tries to hurt me or our children" I chuckled knowing what he said was true.
He attacked my lips in a heated and lust full kiss placing his hands on my waist pulling me closer to him leaving to no space between us.
He pulled away from my lips when we were out of breath and instead attacked my neck and down to my shoulder pulling down the matriarch of my dress placing kissing to the covered skin making me gasp his name as he laid me down on the bed before unbuttoning his jacket and taking it off throwing it somewhere in the room.
