A fanfiction inspired by the Kurulus Osman series ~Still Editing~
"Dundar, Kardeşim, will you take Ceyda with you to our brother's tribe? I want my daughter to grow up happy and be safe," an anxious Sungur Tekin asked, glancing at his puzzled and teary-eyed daughter standing beside him.
"Of course, Sungur Abi. Don't worry. We will care for her as our own. From now on, she is my child along with Bahadir, Batur, and Aygul," Dundar Bey relieved, patting Ceyda's cheek lovingly.
"Then, I entrust her to first Allah, then you and my brother, Ertugrul." Sungur Tekin kissed his daughter's forehead and embraced her into a tight hug, inhaling her sweet, lily scent, ensuring he would remember her fragrance after she left.
"I don't want to leave you, Baba," cried Ceyda, grabbing onto her father's arms. "What if I miss you?"
"For sure, we will miss each other, my daughter, more beautiful than the moon. But I promise you will enjoy staying at my brother's tribe, and it will be safer. The Mongols ruined our tribe, Ceyda'm. You will be at peace there and happy, I promise. Don't you trust me?"
Ceyda thought about her father's kind and convincing words, looking into his dark eyes, identical to hers, for any sign of dishonesty. When she saw nothing but sincerity, she nodded. "Okay... but you have to promise we will see each other again."
"Sabir, Kizim. Have patience, and you will brave every journey. I promise."
She clutched her father one last time, shutting her eyes and letting tears fall onto his shoulder before climbing into the cart with the rest of the family.
Sungur Tekin then hugged his brother and waved his family goodbye, letting out a shaky breath as he remembered his promise.
~10 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ~
**MATURE (VIOLENCE/BLOOD)**
**ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO BOZDAG FILMS/HISTORY EXCEPT FOR CEYDA AND HER RELATION TO OTHERS**
#1 ertugrul on 14.04.2021
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"Tell me what you want. Anything. Just don't hurt them."
That quirked his interest. "You would give me anything? Truly?"
"I- what do you have in mind?"
He stood up, moving closer to her. "A little something," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "First tell me you consent."
She tried to step aside but he slammed his palms against the tree trunk, shoving her against it. "You said anything."
She realized what he meant and nearly fell back. "No! I didn't mean that. You-you can't."
"Give me your brother then."
Her eyes welled up with tears. "P-please. I've never- I can't."
"Anything."
"We're not married."
He laughed at that. "We don't have to be."
She met his gaze and buried her face slightly in Ruhayl's hair. It was amazing how silent that kid was.
"I-I don't-"
He took a step back and shrugged. He wasn't one to force himself on a girl. His ways were malicious but he loathed the idea of rape.
"All right. Fine. Let's play a game then."
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "A game?"
"If you survive, I'll consider sparing your brothers. If you lose, you will give me what I want willingly. Simple."
He smirked. In both cases, he would win. But she didn't need to know that.
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Za'yaal Ibn Umair Al-Qureyshi, the Heir of Dragos and the cold hearted man who practically owns the country of Uzmer. Now at the age of 24, he's searching for a bearer for his heir.
Myeesha, a poor orphan girl who would do anything for her twin and baby brother. What happens when she quirks interest in Za'yaal? Will she be willing to do anything he says in return for her brothers' safety?
The Heir challenges Myeesha to a game. If she wins, he will release her brothers. But if she loses . . . she marries him.
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Part I: Complete
Part II: Complete
Part III: Complete