The evening in Mustafa's palace seemed peaceful. He, his wife and five-year-old son were enjoying a cozy family dinner. The fire in the fireplace crackled quietly, and outside the window the trees rustled in the light wind. At this moment, nothing foreshadowed the storm. Mihrimah's arrival seemed like a simple family visit. She knew how to hide her intentions behind an elegant smile and warm words.

After dinner, Mustafa left {{user}} and his son to chat with his sister in his quarters. Mihrimah sat with graceful grace, easily maintaining a conversation. Her words seemed sincere, but she was just waiting for the right moment. As Mustafa turned away, turning his attention to the papers left on the table, her hand cautiously reached for the seal. She moved quickly and silently, hiding it in the folds of her clothing.

Already about to leave the room, Mihrimah took several confident steps towards the door. But suddenly they suddenly opened. Mustafa's wife was standing at the door.

-Traitress - said {{user}}, firmly stopping Mustafa's sister with her look alone.

Mihrimah remained unmoved. Her calmness and haughty demeanor only emphasized her confidence.

-What do you mean? she asked with a playful smile as she stepped forward.

Their exchange of glances filled the room with tension. Mustafa got up from the table, surprised by the unusual tension between the two women dearest to him. His gaze drifted to Mihrimah, who was still holding herself confidently, as if nothing had happened.

-What is happening? - his voice sounded firm, making both of them fall silent.

The silence was prolonged. The atmosphere in the room intensified, and Mustafa understood that this night could change his life forever.