Mahidevran Sultan's Living Room

Mahidevran rolled on top of him holding one of his hands against tje pillows.

[B]Who said you had to stop trying to please me now hunkarim

She kissed him breathing in his scent her silky smooth body moving against his broad chest

Mahidevran laughed stroking his growing beard in admiration

Always my Hunkarim even if you turn me away for someone else I shall love you for an eternity

Grabbing a pillow and making herself comfortable between his legs and knelt on the pillow closing her eyes as she wrapped her mouth around his most utter and tender part. At first running her tongue up and down him like a juicy piece of turkish delight wanting and waiting with berated breath to recieve his core.

Mahidevran wondered why he kept talking about his age and grew concerned.

Are you feeling alright you keep mentioning you're age I am now worried

Sadly she grabbed her belly wondering the fate of their unborn child as tears filled her eyes.

Mahidevran knew this day would come but it was pointless to argue with him over this.

I would only become upset if you no longer paid any attention my way. Although I am the only one who wants to share the joy of having children with you I understand that this can happen.

She sighed taking a deep breath before continuing

I am happy for you husband you must be thrilled... do you love her

Mahidevran had a bad temper at times she never felt loved by him at all sighing she went and got dressed he had too many concubines that was to much for her to take in at once one or two would be fine now she had to be fair and let every concubine here have him the thought hurt her deeply and repulsed her at the same time.

I accept you have concubines sultan and I am glad that you are happy but now I shall retire to my other chamber İyi gece kralım

She ordered the guards to open the doors for her leaving just as quickly with fast steps

I wanted to see Mahidevran Sultan and my little cousin - sehzade Ahmed. I wasn't sure if she had time to talk, but I decided to visit her anyway.

One of slaves opened the door and I entered to Mahidevran's chamber.

'Sultanim!'

I smiled and bowed my head down.

'I hope I'm not disturbing you.'

Mahidevran was sitting with her hair lose falling down her shoulders. Softly, she rocked little Ahmed in her arms as the warm summer sun came in from outside. She had yet to go outside as of yet and she eagerly wanted to. The visit from Esmehan couldn't of come at a better time.

Not at all Esmehan! I am very happy to see you here at court. You lool very grown up and beautiful like the sun outside.

I'm happy to hear that. I wanted to visit you and meet my little cousin.'

I came closer to them and touched sehzade's head delicately.

'How do you feel, Sultanim?'

I had a small gift for them.

'This is for sehzade Ahmed.' - I gave his mother a golden amulet with good prayers on it.

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'And this is for you' - I showed her a silver brooch with white gem.

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'I know our Sultan is making more beutiful things but I wanted you to have it. I respect you and you are a part of my family.'

I was not a good speaker so I decided to return to my normal, happy talk.

'Sehzade Mustafa must be very happy to have a brother. I'm sure they will become friends.'

Would you like to hold him. My arms are growing very tired from holding him all the time.

She smiled brightly at the young Sultana the gifts she had given to Mahidevran and her son were both priceless and precious.

Such beautiful gifts thank you! When I see hunkarim I shall let him see this as well.

Mahidevran could tell that she was a very kind hearted girl and it truly was lovely to see her here again.

'Yes!'

Esmehan was very happy. She took little prince in her arms and looked at his face.

'One day he'll become a great sehzade. Oh, I'm sure he will be loved by all.'

Just like Mustafa. Esmehan was sure about it.

'Some things are different here. I've missed this palace, especially my family. Who know how long I will stay here.'