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 frowned as I felt movement beside me, I opened my eyes to see Mustafa sitting up with sweat running down the side of his face and down his neck.
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I sat up and placed my hand on his shoulder making him snap his head in my direction before his eyes softened when he saw me looking at him worriedly.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked letting my hands wander to his hair pushing it away from his face.
"No I just want to hold you" he murmured. I nodded and laid down with him and he pulled me closer to him trapping me in between his arms with my head on his chest as both of his arms wrapped around me tightly.
Mustafa POV-
I was in a forest still in my sleepwear. I was walking but what was my direction I did not know.
I looked down to see blood on the leaves and sticks under my feet making me worry. Whose blood was this?
I walked further through the forest following the blood trail. I could see a large figure in the distance. The closer I got the better I saw; it was a throne with someone on it.
It was my brother Mehmed sitting on it with the sultan's clothes and my other brothers standing behind him even young Cihangir.
"She should've loved me," Mehmed said as Selim bent down to the floor and started dragging a body from behind the throne to the front and threw it in front of me.
I kneeled down and pushed her hair out of her face to see my lover.
"No" I whispered fully falling down on my knees and pulled her to my chest seeing blood seeping from her chest and on to her white dress.
"They would've been mine," Mehmed said looking behind me. I turned my head to see all of my children laying down on the floor covered in their own blood.
"NO!"
Nasira POV-
"Are you ready?" I asked turning to look at the twins behind me who nodded their heads.
"We're ready mother" I smiled at Mehmed who spoke and we started to walk towards the sitting area where everyone else, even Mustafa, was waiting.
When we walked in all of the children ran to their aunt who was sitting with the baby in between her arms and started playing with their cousin.
I bowed to Mustafa and Mihrimah before taking my place beside Mustafa on a cushion and the boys sat beside me and Mihrimah.
"How did you sleep, brother?" Mihrimah asked placing down her cup full of water.
"I slept just fine. Thank you for having up Mihrimah" Mustafa said. I suddenly felt very nauseous and dizzy. I accidentally dropped my fork making them all look at me but I paid them no attention as I leaned onto Mustafa who held me worriedly as I lost consciousness.
I opened my eyes to find myself back into the room me and Mustafa were residents in last night. I looked beside me to see Mustafa smiling down at me.
"Mustafa" I mumbled sitting up but he stopped me.
"You need to rest," he said pulling the cover-up over me.
"What happened to me?" I asked leaning into his hand that was running through my hair.
"You fainted and scared us a lot. I almost pounced on Rustom and accused him of poisoning you but thankfully it wasn't a poison" I chuckled a little at him.
"Then what is it?" I asked placing my fingers on my still throbbing head.
"You're pregnant, and you stressed yourself too much and it exhausted you too much" he said making me gasp worried. I sat up and looked at him in shock.
"I was really stressed about staying here but I promise to look after us more" I asked smiling brightly as he nodded and I pulled him in for a tight hug.
"As you were out my father asked me to stay for yet another campaign," Mustafa said sadly. I knew how much he wanted to stay for this campaign having been put in the capital for two already. Mustafa wanted to go on the battlefield with his father.
"Don't be sad my love you'll go to the second one. Our sultan will go on many more and he will win them all with you by his side" I said placing my hand on his cheek rubbing it a little.
"Mommy" I looked beside Mustafa to see my two years old son looking at me.
"Yes darling" I pulled Ibrahim onto my lap as Beyazid and Mehmed crawled beside me on the bed.
"Awe you okay?" He asked looking up at me with his puppy-like eyes. I smiled at his lisp.
"Yes my puppy I'm alright" I patted his hair back and looked at Mustafa who was looking at our family with a smile.
"We'll be alright for now," I said smiling at him which he returned. May this campaign end soon and with us winning.
