The palace was abuzz with preparations for Atike Sultan's wedding. Servants hurried through the corridors, carrying vibrant silks and flowers, while musicians tuned their instruments in anticipation of the grand celebration. In the center of it all, Safiye Sultan stood tall, her chest puffed out with pride as she oversaw every detail

Nearby, Valide Sultan Nurbanu observed the preparations with a discerning eye. Though more reserved, she couldn't hide the pride she felt for her granddaughter. However, concern creased her brow as she noticed the absence of Gevherhan Sultan, who was nowhere to be found. "Where is Gevherhan?" Nurbanu asked a nearby servant, her voice laced with worry

Fatma Sultan, Nurbanu’s eldest offered words of encouragement to the nervous Atike. "You look radiant, sister," she said, her voice warm

The twins, Ismihan and Şah Sultan, were engaged in their own conversations. Ismihan was directing servants with efficiency, while Şah provided a more comforting presence

Şehzade Ahmed was boasting to Mehmed about his upcoming departure to his province, his eyes shining with pride

Mehmed's grin faltered slightly as they conversed in the corner. "That's wonderful, Ahmed," he replied, his voice tinged with bitterness. "I hope to be sent to my own province soon as well." Şehzade Süleyman, the poetic son of Safiye, was reciting verses about his latest favorite. He chuckled at Mehmed’s tone.

As the crowd gathered, Dilruba Sultan arrived with her infant son, Şehzade Mustafa, in her arms. Her gentle nature immediately sought out Atike to offer her blessings

Şehzade Ahmed, eager to prove himself, was discussing his upcoming departure to his province with other young nobles, while Amara Sultan kept a watchful eye on her siblings and anxious mother. Ayesha Sultan found solace in a quiet corner, observing the festivities closely. Both sisters stayed close, their bond evident in their synchronized movements and shared glances. The celebration was only a day away, leaving the palace buzzing-What is your role?