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I paced around the chamber as I waited for Esma to come and take the children to their chamber that was the closest to our chamber. 

"Valide, I'm sleepy. When is Esma coming?" Osman asked in a sleepy tone as he rubbed his eyes. He, along with Mihrimah, Murad and Bayezid were sleeping on our bed waiting for the maids to take them to their chamber. 

"You can sleep here for now, Şehzadem. We'll bring you to your chamber once Esma comes. You won't even know." I assured, making him scowl. 

"Valide, I'm not a kid anymore." He whined. "Father said I'm the crown prince, who's going to be the next Sultan. I won't let anyone carry me."

I raised my eyebrows at him.

I've told Mehmed a million times not to say that but when does he even listen to me? The Ottoman Empire never had such a thing called crown prince, it was always the strong one who got to the throne first. 

Osman is still a kid. He shouldn't fill him up with such things and people might take it in a different way too. Which might be risky for Osman. 

It's good that he considers him the crown prince but Osman is still young to carry that title as with title comes the work and responsibility of the crown prince. 

"Osman, you shouldn't say that in front of people." I said in a stern tone. "I'll talk to your father too. You father and son, all you both do is give me a headache."

"But Valide-"

"What's going on?" Mehmed said as he walked into the chamber with a smile on his face. "Why are you complaining about me and my son? What did we do now?"

"What did you do? Mehmed, how many times have I told you not to go around telling people that Osman is the crown prince? Why don't you ever listen to me?" I asked him. 

"Oh so that's the case." He said with a sheepish smile. "What's wrong with that? Osman is our eldest son. He's my heir. Isn't that obvious he's going to be my next successor?" He questioned as he walked the bed and sat down and Osman immediately crawled towards him and Mehmed placed him on his lap. 

"Mehmed, you know why I'm saying this." I said in a worried tone as I walked towards them and stood in front of them. "Can't you just wait for some more years until you officially announce him as the crown prince when he reaches the age?"

"Who would dare to touch my şehzades?" Mehmed said, catching my hint. "Şehzade Osman will be the strongest warrior in the entire empire. Isn't it Osman?"

"Yes, baba." He replied as he nodded his head eagerly. Osman took everything after Mehmed, from looks to his temper and ego. Even at this age, Osman loves archery, horses and swords. He loves to learn about Ottoman history and about war and battle field but he hates to study other things aside from those. 

"Valide, don't worry. When I grow up and become the Sultan, I'll make you the Valide Sultan and give you all the power." Osman said with determination and I gasped.

I'll rather die then take that power. That title and power comes with a price, and the price was Mehmed. I'd rather die hundred times then imagine a life without him. 

And I know I'll never get that title. If my dream comes true, I won't see that day. 

"Osman!" I gasped but instead of being shocked at what his son said Mehmed laughed in amusement. 

He kissed his head. "That's my boy. Valide comes before everyone remember that, even before me. You are to protect her at all cost, that's my first order for you as the crown prince."

"As you order, Hünkarım." Osman said before jumping down from the bed and bowing to him and me. 

That's when Esma came him a long with the other maids and took the children to their chamber. 

"Hünkarım, Valide, have a good night." Osman bowed and walked out leaving me alone with Mehmed. 

My eyes started to water. 

Mehmed hugged me from behind before placing a kiss on the side of my head. "Our son really grew up. It was as if it was yesterday when he was born, I can't believe he's already 6 years old."

I nodded. He turned me around to face him before wiping my tears with his thumb. "I'm going to announce him as the heir tomorrow." He said and I froze. 

"Mehmed-"

"No, Halime. It's better that way. Everyone should know that he's the crown prince and that way we can also start teaching him from an early age." He reasoned and I thought for some moment before nodding. 

"Fine, if that's what you want." I said and he smiled. 

"Now, where's my gift? Shall I start." He said with a smirk. 

"Your birthday is tomorrow not today." I said. 

"I don't mind an early gift." He said before leaning in for a kiss

WARNING. 18+ ahead. 

My hands got lost in his hair as I pulled him closer, letting out a small moan every time he bit my lips. 

Without breaking our kiss, he led me to our bed before pushing me down on the bed. Then without moving his eyes from mine, he slowly took off his kaftan then his undershirt with a lazy smirk. 

"Finally after a long time, I can have you for myself." He said as he climbed on the bed and came closer to me. 

He pushed the hair out of my face before leaning down and capturing my lips. I moaned into his mouth and he let out a groan. 

His hand went down to my breast and grabbed it before giving it a squeeze making me moan and he took it as his chance to push his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. 

He pulled away from my lips and went to my neck, placing wet kisses there. My hands got lost in his hair as I tried to control my moan. 

Suddenly he pulled away, "That dress is coming in between, my love. İt needs to be off." He said before tearing the laces and pulling it off me, making me gasp. 

"Hmm, better." He smirked as he stared at my bare body shamelessly. He then took off his pants and kissed me again. 

"Tonight you are fully mine and I won't stop." He said as he thrust into me with full force and I let out a loud moan. "I will." Thrust. "Make you." Thrust. "Scream my name." Thrust. "Until I'm satisfied."

My nails left marks on his back as he took me. He wasn't too fast but neither slow. He was going in a rhythm that made my toe curl in pleasure. 

True to his words, he went on and on until the break of dawn when the morning light entered our room through the window. 

He picked me up and led us to the bath house, surprisingly there was no one outside or on the way. Mehmed probably told them not to. He helped me wash up and we took a bath together before going back to our chamber. 

"It's all your fault." I glared at him as he sat me down on the bed as I couldn't even stand properly and he gave a satisfied smile. "Now how will we go out in public when I can't even stand?"

"I'll tell them we were busy making another member. I'm sure they'll understand." He said shamelessly as he kissed my bare shoulder. 

"I'm not shameless like you. Now move." I said as I pushed him away. He helped me get into my dress. 

I arranged my hair standing in front of the mirror while he stood right behind me with his arms around my torso. Osman ran inside grabbing both our attention. He ran in and stopped right in front of us before bowing like a prince charming he was. 

"Good morning Valide, Hünkarım." He said and I pulled away from Mehmed before going to Osman and placing a kiss on his forehead. 

"Good morning, benim yiğit şehzade." I said, kissing his adorable cheeks. But he didn't reply, instead his eyes were somewhere else. 

"Osman, my wife stealer. What are you doing here early this morning?" Mehmed asked as he took him in his arms and bounced him in the air. 

"Babam, what's that in Valide's neck?" He asked with a scowl pointing at my neck and I froze. I immediately rushed towards the mirror to see some marks left by Mehmed on my neck that I failed to notice earlier. 

I glared at Mehmed who was smiling at me sheepishly. "It's nothing, Osman."

"No Valide, you have to tell me. Hünkarım gave me the order to look after you. I have to know." Osman said stubbornly as he jumped down from his father's arms and came to me. 

Mehmed followed and patted Osman's head. "I kissed her there that's why. What did I tell you last time? Sultan's mark the things that belong to them. Your Valide belongs to me, so I marked her."

My face turned red in embarrassment. "Mehmed." I whisper-yelled at him. "Is that a thing to say in front of a kid!"

"I said nothing wrong, my love. We both know, it was the best answer judging by the fact you have none." He smirked at me and I glared at him before putting on a bigger necklace, big enough to hide the marks. 

I shook my head at him, unbelievably. I cannot with his behavior. I turn to Osman. "Come, let's go. Your siblings and your aunts must be waiting." I said as I took Osman hand in mine and walked out with Mehmed trailing behind us chuckling at me. 

We were having a feast in the garden only for the family. As soon as we arrived, everyone stood up and bowed. They wished Mehmed as it was his birthday and we sat down and so did everyone and began our feast. 

"Sultanım," Ismihan called out and I hummed, turning my attention to her. "There is something I want to ask for your permission for." 

"Yes, go ahead my dear." 

"Can I also practice. . . archery like Şehzade Osman." She asked nervously. It was a well known fact that a Sultana shouldn't do those things. But who am I to stop her when she wants to do it?

"Ismihan, there are certain limits for a Sultana." Hümaşah said quickly not to offend Mehmed but Mehmed didn't seem like he cared. 

"Forgive me." Ismihan whispered as she bowed her head. 

"Why can't she, Sultanım?" I asked Hümaşah Sultan and Hümaşah couldn't answer for the first time. We both know she also wanted Ismihan to do all the things she wanted to but being a Sultana of the Ottoman dynasty made it hard for it. But luckily for them or for us, Mehmed wasn't like those Sultan's who put restrictions for the Sultanlar. 

"Mehmed, do you have any objections?" I asked Mehmed who shook his head. 

"My wife has the last say." He replied jokingly as he took my hand in his. 

"Then it's decided, İsmihan Sultan will also learn archery along with Şehzade Osman and Şehzade Murad." I declared making Ismihan smile wide and at that moment she looked like her mother Sadika. May Allah let her soul rest in peace. 

She came and kissed my hand and I immediately hugged her. She may not be my biological daughter but I always thought of her and Atike as my daughters and nobody can change that. My love will always be the same for Ismihan, Atike, Osman, Murad, Mihrimah, Bayezid and Kaya. 

"Hala, Kaya also wants a hug." Little Kaya said as she jumped off from her father's lap and ran towards me and I chuckled before lifting her up and hugging her. 

"Of course, my little Sultana." I placed a kiss on her forehead and she kissed my cheek. The children were close with both me and Mehmed as well as with their cousins and I love it. I felt at home with them. This is my home. 


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