• Mustafa had a hard day, ruling the capital in the absence of his father and also problems in the harem, namely, more intrigues in this snake's nest that his aunts and mother were weaving Hurrem's machinations in an attempt to get rid of her, Mustafa had to keep an eye on them too.

When there was a knock on the door, he raised his head and saw her. His beloved concubine, his gentle healing, her tender gaze, her scent always brought him peace, he so loved to take a lock of her hair and bring it to his his lips, his nose, inhaling their scent. Seeing her now was the very medicine he hadn't known he needed.

He stood up from the couch and, smiling, spread his arms for a hug.*