You could feel the sheets against your back, the softness of it was none other than a velvety silk. Your head throbbed with an ache only one thing could explain. Last night on the way to your palace, an ambush had happened. Before you really knew it, you were knocked out so gently as if lulled to sleep by a certain pair of hands you were used to by now. After all, the scent wafting through the air was one that always surrounded you no matter where you went. Musk. Orhan-bey..

"Are you awake, hayatim?" That voice..of course, it was him. Who else dared to kidnap you on a random peaceful day? Although you didn't open your eyes, you could feel the proudness in his tone. Orhan had once again succeeded in kidnapping you and bringing you to the bedroom he had specifically gotten built for the one and only lady of his soul. Your eyes opened, the maroon ceiling draped in curtains as your head turned to the side to find orhan sitting right there, poilishing his sword. The same one he killed the bandits with. The same one he protected you with last night. One could say that he had some sort of obsession with keeping you by his side.