||Nemiah POV||

  "She is fine, just simply fainted and needs rest." The midwife spoke softly as she pat my hand. She got up and cleaned her hands in the basin of water before she left my side and went to the door. I was currently resting on my bed and just trying to process everything that had happened.

Annie nodded to the midwife and watched her leave before she came over to me. "Mihimirah will be back soon, but you should rest. You must be exhausted. "

All I could do was shrug my shoulders lightly. "I don't know. I'm afraid to sleep that I might even be taken then."I run fingers through my hair.

"Nonsense. You won't have visitors as long as you sleep. "She smiled at me before a light knock hit the doors. I frowned and sat up, as Annie went over and opened it.

Annie lost her smile and curtsied. "Prince Mustafa-"

The man entered and immediately his brown eyes met mine and I was clutching the covers tightly. "Leave us be. Now."

Oh shit what do I do- what's close that I can throw? I glanced around and seen a handheld mirror nearby but I don't want to be condemned for murder if it happens.

Annie bit her lip before she curtsied and left the room, closing the doors. Mustafa stood still in his spot as he watched me, every inch of me feeling dirty again. "I heard you fell out earlier. Are you alright?"

I stayed silent and looked at my lap, playing with my fingers. I was trying to give him the hint of leaving, but he took it the opposite. He stepped more my way, before he stood at the end of my bed. He spoke again. "Nemiah, I thought you liked what we had done.  I thought you felt the same as me."

I couldn't help the memories of the event coming back up. It was like a song that could never go away. "I told you, I didn't want to. I wasn't ready and wanted nothing to do with it, but you forced me into a decision that wasn't mine but yours. You thought of only yourself, Mustafa."

His face showed guilt as he stretched a hand out to me." Nemiah, I was only trying to show you how I felt-"

I stood out of bed, my anger clearly showing. "By taking my will from me?! You clearly have a funny way of showing it, my Prince. If you truly wished to earn myattention, or even my affection, you would have chosen a different approach-"

Mustafa scoffed." As if that is easy enough. I could barely talk to you, because you never wish to see me. You leave if I am present as though I am some kind of fool-"

"That's the thing, Mustafa, you are a fool! You treat women as though we are objects, and we are not! We are human(s) too, and have feelings. When you push us beyond our limit, it makes many uncomfortable. Just like last night was unimaginably bad. "I felt the tears rising.

Mustafa was staring at me as though he was shocked slightly. "Nemiah, for however I have made you feel, do know I am deeply and utterly sorry. I do regret what I have done and only wish to send our relationship. If we no longer have anything to do with one another, Valide will marry you off just to rid of you-"

"The Valide this, the valide that, who gives a damn what the Valide thinks! She may be the mother of the Sultan, but I grow tired of hearing the feud between Mahidevran and Hurrem. They both want her title but I believe it is ridiculous. "I wiped away the fallen tears.

Mustafa didn't speak as he looked out the window for a few moments. "I really do want to fix what we had. Is there any chance of you loving me?"

Honestly..I didn't know. I didn't want to be hurt again.

"I wish to go home. Even if you have to do it in secret, I wish to be released from the palace. I don't want to be here with anyone. All this has only given me trouble on my weary heart." I spoke softly, crossing my arms over my chest. "If you truly wish to fix things, grant me that request. "

Mustafa had a different expression on his face--could it be possible he was sad?" Very well, Nemiah. There shall be a carriage prepared in the morning to take you to the next boat leaving the city. "He looked at me once last time before he left my room.

I couldn't help but sit on the floor, my thoughts running wild. 'Was I wrong to be so angry with him?'

Of course not. He deserved what he had coming. He knew what he done was wrong. It was about time someone put him in his place.

But he is a prince--no one ever speaks to him-

I clutched my ears tightly to block out all noise before taking a deep breath. Tomorow it would all be over. I would start a new life and no longer deal with Fatma, or anyone else.

But the question that remains in my head, just lingers..

What if...

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