"Come here, Sultanim! He's Atmaca. He is an excellent warrior and very brave. Loyal and reliable."

"It is an honor to get to know you, Sultanim! The reputation of your beauty is no doubt."

"Thank you! I need trustworthy people to protect my husband. Prince Mustafa is the only hope of the Ottoman Empire. I've heard a lot of good things about you, Atmaca. As soon as our time comes, we will put our prince on the throne."

"You don't have to worry about that, Sultanim. Captains and many others swore to the life of the dignified Prince Mustafa."

"Amen. Please go to the capital and report on everything that is happening there. Taslicali, if a letter arrives from Atmaca, it can only fall into your hands. You can only pass them on to me, okay? I want to know about every step of Hurrem and Rustem."

Atmaca left. 

"Prince Mustafa is fortunate to have a wife like you, Sultanim!" Taslicali said.

"The love that binds Mustafa is stronger every day. My prosperous father, the late  Murad Pasha, also swore to his life. I'm accomplishing what he didn't know."

In the courtyard of the Amasya Palace, Murad sat next to his grandmother. Murad was five years old and wanted to follow his father everywhere. He didn't like to learn, he was only interested in hunting and swordsmanship. Rümeysa got off the horse's back and hurried to her son, who immediately threw the wooden sword and rushed to his mother. Murad hugged his mother tightly. Taslicali escorted the little prince back to the palace.

"Did you succeed?" Mahidevran asked.

"Of course, Validem! Atmaca will be my eyes and ears in the capital. We will know all the damn steps of Hurrem and Rustem pasha. So it is only a matter of time before the sultan knows everything."

"Mustafa must be returned to his father's trust."

"That's how it will be. I will not rest until Mustafa returns to Manisa. Don't have my name Rümeysa if I don't achieve my goal."

"Your prosperous grandmother,  Safyie Sultan, would be proud of you. So is your mother."

"This is the dearest compliment I have ever heard from you, Sultanim!"

Later, Rümeysa took Prince Murad by the hand and visited Mustafa in his apartment. The little boy rushed in as soon as the doors opened. Mustafa hugged his son. Murad loved his father very much. Murad visited Prince Ahmed with his nurse. Mustafa and Rümeysa could stay together for a long time. The prince stroked his wife's cheek as Rümeysa kissed it.

"In your eyes is still the Rümeysa I fell in love with."

"My grandmother told me at the time. When the time comes, everything will fall into place. She is so missing, Mustafa!"

The prince huged his wife.

"Don't be sad, my love! Our child will be born soon. Life compensates with this baby."

"You are right. But of course yours anyway, my prince! As in Manisa, the people of Amasya love and respect you. In the eyes of the people, you are the next sultan."

"I would never use the love of the people against my father."

"I know. You are noble, Mustafa! At the same time understanding, kind and loyal. Above all, he is a great warlord who dies on the battlefield with his men if needed. Hurrem completely poisoned the sultan's mind and caused him to turn his face on you. But the time will come when your father will also see Hurrem's real face."

"Allah bless that day."

"The time will come for everything. Our child also seems to want to be born."

Rümeysa suddenly got to her belly.

"Hold on, my love!"

"Mustafa please stay here. I need you."

The midwife immediately arrived with a servant in her wake. Rümeysa felt severe pain in her belly as she tried to give life to her child ,squeezing Mustafa's hand. The sultana tried her best, but she was very weakened by the effort. Mustafa, meanwhile, wiped Rümeysa's sweat off her forehead with a water cloth.

"What happened? Where is my child?"

"The child is trapped in the parent canal." the midwife replied

"Do everything for my wife and my child, hatun! Otherwise I'm going to behead you."

"My prince! If anything happens to me, promise you will take care of our sons."

"Don't say that, my dear. You and the child will be fine. I couldn't imagine my life without you."

Minutes later, a child crying broke the silence. Rümeysa leaned wearily on the pillow. The child was born healthy. The midwife immediately bathed her and put her in a dressing gown. Mustafa immediately took the newborn into his arms.

"Congratulations, Sultanim! Your little daughter was born."

"My little sultana. Let our daughter's name be Nergissah." Mustafa said with a proudly smile.

"Nergissah Sultan.  Welcome this crazy world!"

"You and our daughter are fine too. My mother is already organizing the ceremony in the harem."

"I owe my life to you, Mustafa! You gave strength and certainty. And beautiful children."

"Mommy. Who is she?" Murad asked.

"She is your sister, son! You need to love your siblings as much as your father loves his half-siblings. Respect and always protect them."

"When I grow up, I will be like my father!"

"Murad! My big son!"