|Ayleen's POV |

The doctors were gentle and attentive, checking his pulse and temperature, asking him a few quiet questions now and then. Sometimes Orhan replied in a hoarse, broken voice; other times, he simply gave a faint nod, just enough to signal yes or no.

I couldn't stop my fingers from clinging to my dress, a wave of relief crashing over me, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders, the moment Orhan whispered my name while slowly opening his eyes a few moments ago.

"Your Majesty, there's a significant improvement" said the doctor, setting the medicine aside "You'll need plenty of rest and care, of course. We'll ensure that everything is under control for the week ahead"

"Thank you" Orhan replied in a hoarse voice, closing his eyes for a moment as if taking a breath.

As the last of the doctors filed out, it was just him and me now. His hand still rested in mine, warm, though his grip remained faint, making me worry about the pain he was still enduring.

He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes searching my face, as if looking for something. His brow furrowed slightly, and his lips parted.

"Ayleen..." His voice broke the silence, so fragile, but there "You look so pale... are you unwell? You need to rest"

I longed to lie, to shield him from the burden I had been carrying alone. He was still so fragile, and I didn't want to add to his pain when he was just beginning to heal. But the truth was too great to conceal. Now that he was awake, now that he was here with me again, I couldn't keep it hidden any longer.

I drew in a shaky breath, my fingers tightening around his. His gaze never wavered from my face, his eyes still clouded with lingering confusion, but gradually softening with concern for me.

"It's... I've been so terrified these past days" I whispered, my voice trembling "You fell ill, and so much happened" I hesitated, my breath shaky, before continuing "We never even had the chance to know, but... I was pregnant..." The words faltered, and as tears slid down my cheeks, I realized that just the word "was" was enough to deliver the heartbreaking news to him.

He shifted slightly, no longer lying down but sitting up, trying to focus on my words despite the exhaustion that clearly weighed on him. With what little strength he had left, he reached out, gently brushing the hair from my face.

"Beyhan... she's the one who did this" I continued, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth "She threatened our sons. She terrified them, and because of the stress and fear she caused me, I lost the child we were expecting. I didn't even know I was pregnant. And now... now I'll never have the chance to hold them"

His hand stiffened in mine.

"Beyhan...?" he repeated, his voice barely a whisper, but it struck sharper than any scream.

I saw it, how his entire expression shifted. Confusion turned to horror. Then disbelief. Then something far darker. His brows drew in, his jaw tightening as he tried to move, pain clearly ripping through him, but he didn't care.

"She threatened our sons?" he repeated, his voice slower this time, as if he needed to hear the words aloud to make sense of them "She hurt you... you lost our child... because of her?"

I nodded, swallowing back a sob, but the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't need to say it again, the way he looked at me told me he already understood it all.

His fingers curled into fists against the sheets, trembling with rage. He tried to swing his legs over the bed, struggling to rise even though I could see the pain was unbearable.

"No no, Orhan, please" I said quickly, throwing myself in front of him, pressing both hands to his shoulders "You're not strong enough yet. Please, don't, just rest, you need more time"

But he wasn't listening.

"Twelve days" he rasped, as if spitting the number out "I was unconscious for twelve damn days and in that time, she.. " his voice cracked, his chest heaving "she dared to go this far!"

That's when I lost it again. I reached up and touched his face, holding him as gently as I could.

"I know" I breathed "But if you get up now, if you push yourself like this and fall again... I don't think I'll survive it"

"I won't let her get away with this" he said, his voice low as he stood and cupped my face in his hands "I swear to you, Ayleen. She will answer for everything she's done. I won't rest until she does"

I nodded, tears slipping silently down my cheeks. And in that moment, I knew nothing would stop him.

Not pain.
Not time.
Not even me.

"Ağalar!" he shouted, and within moments, the guards arrived, standing at attention.

"Bring Beyhan to me. Now" Orhan ordered, his voice cold. The two guards bowed quickly and left in haste.

Orhan stood in the center of the chamber, his hands clasped behind his back. I stood just behind him, my heart pounding in my chest, anxious, yet relieved that the confrontation was finally upon us. I had waited for this moment. My worry for Orhan weighed heavily on me, but even more so burned the need for justice. Beyhan had to pay for what she'd done. I had sworn to see her fall, and I wouldn't rest until that promise was fulfilled.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Beyhan stepped inside. Her eyes immediately found mine, then shifted to Orhan, a cold smile tugging at her lips as she tried to mask the tension beneath her composed facade. But I saw it, the slight tremble in her hands, the subtle stiffness in her posture, betraying the calm she was so desperately trying to maintain.

"Your Majesty" she said, her voice laced with false sweetness "I was so pleased to hear of your recovery. I wanted to come the moment I heard you'd awakened, but I thought it best to give you a little time... at least until the doctors had finished"

"Enough!" Orhan interrupted, his gaze fixed on her "How dare you speak, after the treachery you've committed"

"Your Majesty, please" Beyhan began, her tone pleading yet composed "I only did what was necessary for the stability of the state, for the future of both the state and the dynasty. You must understand that this was crucial, as you are well aware" Her smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, her facade returning.

"How dare you speak of the future of this state while I'm still breathing?" He took a step closer to her, his voice seething with anger.

"I swear, Your Majesty, I truly believed you wouldn't recover. The doctors said you wouldn't survive. I thought I was doing what was necessary" Beyhan took a small step back, her composure cracking as her expression faltered.

"You thought I wouldn't survive?" His voice turned ice-cold "Well, it seems you were sorely mistaken. And now, you will pay for your treachery"

Her gaze flickered to the floor briefly before meeting his once more, but Orhan wasn't done.

"I know exactly why you're here" he said, his voice thick with disgust "You thought you could manipulate me. You believed that by ingratiating yourself with me, I'd pull you out of the mess you've created. Your husband is bankrupt, his businesses in ruins, and your own fortune is being drained by him. You're here because you're desperate, because you need me. You want to use me when it's convenient for you. I've been putting up with you, but it seems you're still trapped in the past, clinging to the days when your father was in control, trying to spread that same fear, thinking there would be no consequences"

"Your Majesty" she murmured in shock. For a moment, she shot me a glare filled with anger before stepping closer to him "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any harm. My intentions were innocent"

"Your intentions brought nothing but fear to my family, my wife, my children" He raised his hand, clenched into a fist, before slowly letting it fall by his side "You caused us to lose our child, and this is a betrayal too great for you to ever ask forgiveness for"

"But..." Her eyes widened in disbelief "I have nothing to do with Ayleen's miscarriage. I cannot be blamed for something like that. Thi..."

"Ağalar!" Orhan commanded, cutting her off before she could finish her desperate plea "Take her to the dungeon"

The guards moved swiftly, grabbing hold of her arms without hesitation. Beyhan struggled, her eyes flashing with fury, but it was futile. She was being escorted toward the door, and in a last-ditch effort to salvage her pride, she straightened herself, walking alongside them, refusing to let them drag her by force.

I felt Orhan's arms wrap around me, pulling me close, and I couldn't help but collapse into him. My face pressed against his chest as I let out a shaky breath.

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-March 11, 1672-

"I prayed for you too, Father" Ilyas said, glancing at Orhan before turning to Aysel "Aysel taught me how to pray" He smiled as Aysel gave him a gentle, serene smile, her hand brushing softly against his back.

"Thank you, Ilyas" Orhan replied, offering him a weary smile.

"Well, that's enough for now, my darlings" I murmured with a soft smile, gently patting Selim's shoulder as I gazed at the children sitting on the couches beside Orhan "Your father needs to rest now"

"Rest well, Father" Ahmed smiled, rising from beside Orhan. His siblings followed suit, each kissing Orhan's hand before quietly departing the chamber.

I gently took Seyfeddin from his father's arms, allowing Sibylle to carry him to my chambers, where it was time for his nap.

"Night night" Seyfeddin chirped, waving his tiny hands at his father. In his little mind, nap time always meant night, so he believed everyone must sleep too.

"Good night, Seyfeddin" Orhan waved back with a warm smile, playfully indulging his belief.

"Come on, Orhan, you need to get back to bed and rest" I whispered softly, my voice tinged with concern.

"No, Ayleen, I can't stay in this bed any longer" he replied, though the strain in his voice betrayed his fatigue "I need to regain control of this mess. There's so much that still needs my attention"

I raised an eyebrow, ready to object, but the sound of the door opening as Yunus Pasha entered stopped me.

"So, you've already made plans" I murmured, meeting his gaze as he nodded, his hand brushing gently against my arm.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness" Yunus Pasha greeted, bowing his head respectfully to both of us before following Orhan to his desk.

"Let's get straight to the point" Orhan began, settling into his chair behind the desk "I have reason to believe that what occurred was not the work of rogue elements within our borders. I suspect the Kingdom of Sweden is involved"

Yunus Pasha raised an eyebrow, his expression remaining composed, though a fleeting hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. I shared his shock, but I refrained from speaking. Instead, I stood silently, waiting for Orhan to provide further explanation.

"That's a strong possibility, Your Majesty" Yunus Pasha replied, his voice calm and measured, as though he were carefully weighing the possibility in his mind.

"We have been at odds for months now. If their aim is to undermine my reign, if they seek to weaken the Ottoman Empire, they would resort to such measures. And what more effective way to do so than by striking at its very heart?" Orhan's gaze was cold, his anger simmering just beneath the surface, though his words were carefully controlled.

"It is far too much of a coincidence that all of this began just as our relations with Sweden grew increasingly strained, and with the prospect of war looming between us" he added, lowering his gaze to the papers Yunus Pasha had placed before him.

I had no doubt Orhan was right. The signs had been too many to ignore, and with the ever-growing list of those who wished to see him fall, it seemed entirely plausible that this was a calculated move. The Kingdom of Sweden, in particular, had risen swiftly to the top of that list. The prospect of war was frightening, but this... this was far more chilling. I hadn't thought they would sink this low.

But then a sinking feeling began to twist in my gut, one I couldn't ignore no matter how hard I tried. If Orhan suspected the Swedes were behind these attacks, a dangerous possibility crept into my mind, one I couldn't deny. What if my brother, had somehow been drawn into this?

"You are right, Your Majesty" Yunus Pasha acknowledged with a respectful nod, stepping closer to Orhan "We must remain vigilant and proceed with calculated caution"

"We will address this later" Orhan remarked, picking up his ink and paper "For now, let us focus on the state matters that require our attention"

I excused myself, allowing them to continue their work, and made my way back to my chambers in a daze. My mind was heavy with anxiety, consumed by the troubling thoughts of everything Orhan was contemplating.

As I entered my chamber, a smile tugged at my lips as I spotted Seyfeddin. Clutching a wooden toy in his tiny hands, he eagerly ran toward me, his little legs carrying him swiftly the moment he saw me.

"Oh Ayleen, your son insists on avoiding his nap" Sibylle remarked, her hands folded in front of her as she looked at Seyfeddin with a playful gaze that made him burst into laughter.

"Seyfeddin, why aren't you taking your nap?" I asked playfully, watching as he tried to push his little toy into my dress.

"No, no nap Aleen, no" he repeated, saying my name in the way he thought was right. Having heard Sibylle call me by my name so often, he had decided to do the same, abandoning the word mama altogether.

"It's very important, love. If you don't rest, you'll start crying in a couple of hours" I gently explained, moving toward the couch and sitting down, trying to distract him with his little toy, hoping it would lull him to sleep.

A few moments later, as Seyfeddin's eyes began to flutter shut, the door opened to reveal Sümbül, his face serious as he held a letter in his hands.

"Your Highness" he began, bowing his head, ready to continue, but I interrupted him, concerned he might disturb Seyfeddin's sleep. I stood quietly from the couch, gently placed the child in his crib, and then returned.

"What is it?" I asked, taking the letter from him and immediately recognizing it as unmistakably from my mother.

"This arrived four days ago, but I didn't find the right moment to give it to you" he explained, a look of concern on his face "After everything that happened to His Majesty, and to you, we became quite distracted"

"Thank you, Sümbül" I nodded, taking the letter from him. I stepped out onto the balcony, intending to sit and read it carefully.

I had missed her words so much, though a sense of unease lingered, knowing all too well what the subject of the letter would be.

My dearest Ayleen,

I pray this letter finds you in good health, though I fear the same cannot be said for the circumstances in which you now find yourself. I have received news of Turhan Sultan's passing, and my heart is heavy with sorrow, praying that she may rest in peace.

I have tried to stay out of the turmoil unfolding, but your brother, Mattias, and your husband, Sultan Orhan, are engaged in a perilous game, one that threatens the very foundation of the alliance between our houses. I have spoken directly to him, and though he remains steadfast in his stance, I am determined to do everything in my power to prevent this rift from growing deeper. You are not alone in this, Ayleen. I will work tirelessly to keep the alliance between our houses intact.

I may even visit you soon, though I do not know the exact timing. But rest assured, I am doing everything I can to avoid this breaking apart.

With all my love,

Your mother.

I sank into the chair, the letter crumpling slightly in my hands. I had wanted her to have some control over this chaos, but now doubts flooded my mind. What if it was too late? What if the damage had already been done? And what if Mattias was somehow involved in what happened to Orhan?

Years ago, I wouldn't have dared to entertain such thoughts, but seeing how everything had shifted, I had come to expect anything from anyone.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself and focus on the most hopeful part of the letter. If my mother kept her word, which I knew she would, at least I would be seeing her soon, after twelve long years, and just when I needed her most.

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-March 25, 1672-

I made my way toward the carriage, adjusting my coat to ensure it sat neatly in place, while Aysel and Nuray followed closely behind.

I had resolved to visit the charity that had once been overseen by Turhan Sultan, a cause dearest to her heart during her lifetime. In the midst of our distractions, we had strayed from what truly mattered to her: serving the people.

Two days ago, during a quiet visit from Zühre, we spoke at length and decided it was time to carry on her noble work, to honor her legacy by continuing what she so selflessly began.

"Who are you?" Aysel asked in confusion, prompting me to turn and see a young man dismounting his horse and approaching the carriage in haste. I, too, was taken aback, his face was unfamiliar to me, and I had never seen him before.

"Your Highnesses" he said, bowing his head respectfully before turning his gaze to her "I'm Mustafa, one of the officials overseeing the new Janissary recruits" his green eyes then shifted to me "By order of His Majesty, I have been appointed to accompany you today and ensure Your Highnesses' safety"

"Thank you, Mustafa Bey" I replied, nodding my head with an acknowledging smile before stepping into the carriage. I made sure the two curious girls followed me swiftly, instead of lingering to study the young man's presence.

The road was short, and we arrived in no time. I allowed the girls to step out first, then followed with Anastasia. With a subtle gesture, I signaled for Mustafa Bey to remain outside, not wishing for him to accompany us into a space reserved for women and young children.

An older woman approached me, one of Turhan Sultan's most trusted confidantes. Her eyes were warm, yet there was a noticeable sadness within them. Losing Turhan Sultan had never been easy, and it never would be.

"Your Highness" she greeted me with deep respect "It is an honor to have you here today"

"I've come to offer my help" I replied with a soft smile "I had intended to come sooner, but so much has happened" I added, a hint of sadness in my voice. As I walked beside her, we made our way to the upper room "I want to continue the work that Turhan Sultan began, both for her and for everyone"

"Your kindness will be deeply felt, Your Highness. The people need you, just as they needed Turhan Sultan" she murmured, nodding with a look of heartfelt gratitude on her face.

I gave a small nod, opening the door and taking my place on one of the couches. Just as I was about to inquire about Zühre, the door opened, and she stepped through from behind it.

"Am I too late?" she asked with a hint of worry, adjusting her veil, which made me anxious at the sight of how hurried she appeared.

"Are you alright?" I asked, concerned.

"Yes, yes, don't worry, I'm fine" she reassured me with a smile, acknowledging Aysel and Nuray before taking her place on the other couch "I got distracted helping Kadir pack his things so he wouldn't forget anything"

"Where is he going?" Nuray asked before I had the chance, causing me to glance at her before turning back to Zühre, awaiting her response.

"His father decided to send him to Damascus to continue his studies there for the next five years" she explained, a hint of sadness in her voice.

The emotion stirred within me, and I could sense her concern for her young son, who would be so far away from her for the first time, an experience I, too, would soon face with Ahmed.

Yunus Pasha's family had always held significant political influence for centuries, and such decisions were inevitable. Kadir, like his older brother, was destined to follow in his father's footsteps. One day, he too would serve the state.

"Oh" Nuray whispered, her surprise evident despite her attempt to mask it. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, quickly regaining her composure as she added "Good for him"

"Don't worry, he will be safe. His father wouldn't have made such a decision if he wasn't certain" I offered Zühre a reassuring smile, hoping to ease her worry. Then, I asked "Where are the other women?"

"After the passing of Turhan Sultan, their meetings were halted" she explained "But don't worry, I'll make sure they start joining us again in the future" I nodded in acknowledgment before she turned to the other older woman "Let's not waste any more time. We are here to listen to the needs of the people"

I shifted in my seat, watching as Zühre took some papers and ink, settling at a desk to write down the information we needed. I knew I couldn't listen to everyone, but still, I was determined to meet with at least a few women, hear their concerns, and promise to do everything I could to help.

I turned my gaze toward the door as it opened, revealing the first woman.

"Your Highness" she began, her voice trembling slightly "My name is Fatma. I have lost my husband to the wars, and now, I have a young son to care for. I don't know how I will manage. I've tried to find work, anything to provide for us, but the men out there refuse to offer me anything, thinking I am not good enough"

"I understand" I replied softly, offering her a gentle smile "No one should have to carry such burdens alone, Fatma. You will not be overlooked. We will make certain you receive the support you need to raise your son, and I give you my word that we will find a proper and dignified job for you"

"Thank you, Your Highness" she whispered, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes, as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, while my smile grew, a sense of happiness filling me as I saw the relief in her expression.

She turned and left, making way for the next woman to enter. She stepped forward, holding two beautiful girls, seemingly twins, in her arms.

"Your Highness" she began, her voice soft but filled with sorrow "I am Zehra. I lost my family when the plague ravaged my village. I had no choice but to flee with my daughters, and now we are alone in this city. We have no place to go, and I fear we will be forced to beg on the streets if we are not given aid"

"Don't worry" my heart ached for her, hearing the fear in her voice "You will never be forced to beg" I promised, standing from my seat and stepping closer. Gently, I brushed my hand through the hair of one of the girls, offering a warm smile "We will find a place for you and your daughters, and I will ensure you receive a monthly allowance so you can afford everything you need"

Her face softened, and the relief in her eyes made me feel as though I had done something truly meaningful, something that mattered.

"You have a kindness in you, Your Highness" she murmured, her voice filled with gratitude "Thank you. This means the world to me and my daughters" She lowered her head, bowing in appreciation.

I smiled, feeling a sense of change stirring within me in just these few moments. It was no longer about merely honoring Turhan Sultan's memory; it was my responsibility to continue her work, to offer these people the hope and security they deserved. That was my duty, not just a desire.

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The moment I entered my chambers, my gaze was instantly drawn to Sibylle, seated gracefully in the corner. Her face glowed with an unmistakable joy, igniting my curiosity about the cause of her delight.

"At last, you're here!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement "I have the most wonderful news to share"

"What news?" I asked, my heart pounding with eager curiosity.

"His Majesty has made the decision to strip Beyhan Sultan of all her titles and privileges" Sibylle explained, her voice laced with satisfaction "She and her family are to be exiled far from Ottoman lands, to remain there for the rest of their days. Zeynep Sultan was here just moments ago and shared this with me"

I blinked in shock, a deep sense of justice stirring within me, though I quickly forced my emotions back into check. Beyhan Sultan, or rather, just Beyhan now, the woman who had inflicted so much pain and suffering, had finally been brought to account.

"She got what she deserved" Tears welled up in my eyes as the painful memory of my miscarriage resurfaced, and I found myself unable to hold back the overwhelming surge of emotion.

Without uttering another word, a compelling urge overtook me to see Beyhan herself, to look into her eyes and remind her that her greed had brought her to this fate. She would spend her days as nothing, forever haunted by the knowledge that she would never forget me, just as she had made sure I would never forget the pain she had caused me.

I made my way swiftly out of the harem and toward the dungeon. Though I had always been cautious, a newfound confidence surged within me, one I had never felt before.

When I arrived at her cell, I found her sitting in the dim light, her face hollow and her eyes utterly empty. She looked up as I entered, a flicker of shock crossing her features, quickly followed by a brief flash of disdain. She had always been proud, but now, I could see the cracks beginning to form.

"What do you want?" Beyhan's voice was a harsh whisper, tinged with bitterness.

"I promised I would witness your downfall, and now I'm here to see it" I began, my words steady, even as my emotions simmered beneath the surface "It's satisfying to finally see justice served"

"You think you've won? I will never be forgotten!" Beyhan spat, her face contorting with rage as she rose to her feet, her hands clenched into fists "Stop accusing me of something I had nothing to do with!"

"No, Beyhan. You will be forgotten, and you are responsible for my miscarriage, one way or another" I replied, shaking my head, my voice calm and low "Your name will mean nothing, and the life you so greedily sought has slipped through your fingers. That is worse than death, because you will live with that reminder every single day. You will live as a nobody, with no power, no influence, no future. Nothing."

I turned on my heel, and as I walked away, a profound sense of peace settled over me. Beyhan had been defeated, and justice had been served. My baby could finally rest in peace.

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When I reached Orhan's chambers, I paused for a moment outside the door, taking a steadying breath and letting a genuine smile spread across my face.

As the guards opened the doors and I stepped inside, my gaze immediately found him, sitting at his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. A map lay open before him, surrounded by scattered notes. He was so absorbed in his work, just the way I loved to see him.

He looked up as I entered, a small smile spreading across his face at the sight of me. His eyes softened, though there was still a trace of weariness in his gaze. His recovery had been slow, but I could see the strength returning to him, piece by piece.

"You're back" he said, his voice rich with relief as he rose to his feet "How was your day there?"

"It was wonderful" I smiled, draping my arms around his neck and allowing myself to sink into his embrace as a wave of exhaustion washed over me.

"I'm glad you went. You look so happy" he murmured gently, his fingers brushing against my back as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to my lips.

"Oh, I have so much to tell you" I began, my voice bubbling with happiness "I'm pouring my heart into this. I've started planning with Zeynep Sultan and Ayşe Sultan on new things. There's so much we can accomplish, but I'll need help, more resources, more support, to truly make it thrive"

"Of course, anything you need" he replied without hesitation "Actually, there's something I know would've made Validem so happy. We can use all her treasury to help the people"

I brushed my fingers gently behind his neck, refusing to let my smile fade into sadness. Orhan had handled his grief with such strength, always striving to honor his mother in every way. It made me incredibly proud of him.

"Thank you for all the trust you've placed in me, and thank you for being so supportive" I murmured, my fingers gently brushing through his hair as a blush spread across my cheeks.

"I trust you with everything" he whispered, planting soft kisses on different spots of my face before adding "And there's something I need to trust you with, something I've been contemplating for a long time"

"What do you mean?" I blinked, my brow furrowing with confusion.

"Wait a moment" he stepped back and disappeared into his additional room for a few moments before returning, carrying a medium-sized wooden box and placing it on his desk.

"What is this?" I smiled in confusion, giving him a playful look "Am I getting a gift? You know.. it's been so long since you gave me a new one"

"Well, it's some sort of gift" a half-smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he opened the box and took out the last thing I ever expected to see.

It was the golden crown I had first seen when Orhan took me to that secret room. Since then, I had only visited a few times with Aysel and Nuray. It always captivated me, whether simply by its presence or by the sight of sultanas wearing it in their portraits. Yet, I never once dared to touch it.

"It needed many repairs" he began, his voice steady "It remained untouched for years, some of its jewels even falling off. But don't worry, it has been restored" He held it delicately between his hands, his eyes never leaving mine "This crown has been passed down through the centuries, gracing the heads of a few magnificent women" he continued "From now on, Ayleen, I want you to rule the harem. This is yours now, as is the harem"

"Orhan?" I whispered uncertainly, my gaze still fixed on the crown. But before I could question whether he was sure or if I was sure, he led me in front of the mirror and placed it on my head with the utmost care.

He stepped back, his hands clasped behind him, and while I marveled at the crown's elegance, Orhan seemed to be drinking in the sight of me, just as he often claimed he loved to.

"I hope I'll be worthy of it"

"I have no doubt you will"

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I hadn’t planned to include the golden crown at first but then I realized how iconic it would be to keep that little tradition going <3