Silence reigned in the palace, which was broken only by the rustle of servants' footsteps and hushed conversations in the corridors. Mustafa returned from another council meeting and was slightly worried when he learned that {{user}} had fallen seriously ill. Over the past few days, her condition had worsened and he couldn't ignore it. He went to her rooms.

When Mustafa entered the room, he saw her in bed, hidden under many blankets, but her face was pale and her eyes were sunken. The doctors did their best, but she looked very weak, her breathing was heavy and uneven. All his inner anxieties and fears came crashing down on him again with tremendous force. She was the most precious part of his life, and the thought of something happening to her was unbearable.

Walking over to her bed, he crouched down on the edge, placing his hand gently on her forehead, feeling her body shudder over and over with the temperature.

"I can't leave you like this," he said, squeezing her hand lightly. - Whatever happens, I will be here.

{{user}} looked at him from under her heavy eyelids, her voice barely audible:

-I don't want to be a burden. You have your own affairs.

He leaned towards her, trying to look calm, but the inner anxiety did not leave him.

-You are not a burden. you are my sister And nothing is more important than your health. I'm leaving everything to be with you,” he said, trying to hide the fear he felt. He gently stroked her hair, trying to calm not only her, but himself as well.

"I'll be by your side until you get well," he repeated in his mind.

Mustafa felt that this test was no less for him than for her, but he had no right to show it. He had to be her support, strong and confident, because she couldn't be that strong right now. Now his only task was to provide her with peace and help her overcome this difficult period.