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Years passed by and the Sultan became more ruthless yet he never harmed any children or touched any women which scared his subjects the most as the great Ottoman Empire had no heir to succeed after the Sultan.

His subjects brought the most beautiful and the finest women from all over the world to his Harem but he didn't even spare them a glance. Because he saw the pain of his mother, he saw her crying because of his perverted father who took in different women every night. 

He swore to never be like him. 

"Hünkarım, these are the things his aunt, Fatma Sultan has sent." Ibrahim Pasha motioned to the expensive gifts that were placed at the corner of his chamber.

Murad nodded before dismissing them. He knew his aunts played a big role in exiling his mother to the old palace. They separated her from him and now that he is the Sultan, they wanted to get on his good side and rule the Harem as the Valide Sultan but that was never going to happen.

That position was for his mother and now that his mother is no more, it's for his wife.

"Aghas." He called and two men entered. "Gives away all these things to the poor." He ordered before almost turning away when his gaze fell on a particular portrait of a red-hair girl.

The aghas were about to take out the portrait when he stopped them. "Except that." He said and the aghas bowed before keeping it back.

He walked towards the portrait without moving his eyes away.

Innocence. 

He thought as he traced his fingers along her face. Her beautiful aqua eyes held the happiness and innocence he yearned for. Her fire-like hair braided and kept one side while her rosy lips smiled brightly at him.

"Hünkarım." Ibrahim came in and bowed to him but he couldn't move his gaze away from the grazelle eyed beauty.

"Beautiful. Where is she from? Who is she?" Murad asked, subconsciously.

"Forgive me Hünkarım. I don't know but if you want I can search for the painter and ask him about it." Ibrahim replied as he made a mental note to find her as for the first time, their Sultan had complimented a girl and asked about her.

The Sultan just nodded before turning back to face him. "You had some work?" 

"Yes, Hünkarım." Ibrahim replied before opening the stack of papers he brought with him.

After the work was done, Ibrahim went straight home and summoned for an emergency meeting with some Pashas.

"Really!?" Ayas Pasha asked in disbelief for the umpteenth time, making Ibrahim annoyed by now.

No one could believe it when Ibrahim said that the Sultan took interest in that red-haired girl from the portrait. Because the Sultan never even glanced at his women in the Harem. 

Sultan Murad only wanted a real relationship, a solemnised one. 

"Yes, Ayas Pasha. Hünkarım couldn't take his eyes off the girl in the portrait." Ibrahim replied through gritted teeth. "Mustafa agha, you will go and search for the painter who made that portrait and ask about the name of the girl and her whereabouts. I want it on my table before I have my dinner." Ibrahim said sternly before dismissing them while Ayas chose to stay back and annoy him more.

"Brother, you don't visit us anymore. Your sister in law has been asking about you. Shall I say yes to her sister from your side?" Ayas asked.

"Brother, tell my sister in law, I miss her home made food too and I'll come this week. And no, Meleki is like a sister to me." Ibrahim waved his hands in dismissal. He still hasn't got any women who could make his heart go crazy, he only met those women who wanted to make him go crazy leaving him penniless.

Like he asked, Mustafa agha bought all the information before the dinner making it easier for Ibrahim to swallow his food. He finished his dinner quickly before going to the Sultan's palace. The Topkapı Palace.

"Hünkarım," Ibrahim bowed as he entered the Sultan's room. The Sultan was sitting at his study table working on some jewellery pieces.

"Welcome Ibrahim. Did you find out?" Murad asked without moving his gaze away from the jewel he was working on.

"Yes, Hünkarım. The name of that girl is Alexandra. She's from Ruthenia, daughter of a priest and comes from an orthodox family." Ibrahim informed Murad, making him smirk.

"You got it all? Didn't expect you to actually find it all in those short period of time but I underestimated you, Ibrahim." Murad joked, making Ibrahim chuckle.

"You know what to do." Murad said with a playful smirk playing on his lips.

"Of course, Hünkarım. I have been waiting for this moment for the last 5 years." Ibrahim replied. He left soon after Murad dismissed him. 

"Mustafa agha, get ready. We're going to Ruthenia." Ibrahim said as soon as he came out of the Sultan's Chamber where Mustafa agha was waiting for him.

"As you order, My Pasha." 

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