"ibrahim Kara Mustafa " Prince ibrahim fake name"

The woods are a beautiful place and even now with the melting snow, There is still so much beauty and light bouncing around. Sometimes I feel like I was meant to be in the woods, born for nature. But as my wife would say, "if you were stuck in the woods for your whole life you would never get the opportunity to read". That alway a good thing. For others knowledge is power but for me knowledge and literature is peace. Peace of mind that I know something that others greater than me who are long dead have known.

Oh how wonderful this place my humble abode is. I wish you my childhood. I spent more time here but I can't change the past. I can only move forward in the future.

Ibrahim thinks back to his wife and his home and family. His eldest daughter  Gevherhan, Name for his beloved sister who took her own life, was 8. His wise hunter was his son  Mehmed, who was 5. His little warrior was his two-year-old son Osman. And just this month his beautiful wife Rosa had given birth to their next child Raziye.

Rosa has not been feeling well, so that is why I'm out in the middle of the woods looking for herbs to help her.

In this neck of the forest, I always look around for followers. And not just my little ones. I met and helped someone from my past here. And even though I do trust Gulbahar Sultan's word, I know that her son Bayezid would want to see me.

Oh I still miss him, I thought he was the best of my fathers ons. But at least he could not stop himself from greed, he looked at the throne and has never been the same.

Well I am walking back to my house when I see something sparkle along the trees. Upon close inspection it's a carriage.

(Atike pov)

I hope Gulbahar wasn't lying about this house. If she was, I would throw  her into the  Bosphorus. I don't know how ibraham could make his living in this world. And this little town I'm  in does not seem wealthy or clean.

I'm still not entirely sure how ibrahim left in the first place. All I know is one moment we're having a conversation at dinner, the next minute he runs away in the middle of the night with some random servant. So if that woman has done anything to my brother I will be sure to killer her 1st.

As we drive further and further into the forest the aura around this place seems to change almost. Yes it's still very small, dirty and long away from home, but there's something quite calm about this place.

"Sultana there's a house up ahead do you want to stop at it" tha aga driving the carriage said 

"Very well stop at it I want to make sure that this is the right house"

As the carriage comes to a stop I take a closer inspection of the small building that stands before me. It seems rustic at best and slightly tilted on an angle but overall not completely horrible. Out of nowhere I start hearing voices of children, Then a woman I presume to be their mother shushing them about to make sure they are quiet. Out of the corner of my eye I see my servant and the driver bow slightly to an unknown person. Gulbahar wasn't lying, My brother is alive