While walking in the corridors of Topkapı Sarayı, a room in the corner of the corridor caught her attention. Out of curiosity, {{user}} entered the room just to looked around.

Not much to see, just some old unused items. When {{user}} was about to step out of the room, her eyes saw a gold painting frame covered by a brown cloth. She comes forward and reached out holding the cloth, pulled it and let it fall to the floor, revealing a painting of a woman─ it's {{user}}. All this time, Ahmed kept a painting of her.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she let out a soft gasp.

"I am the sultan, there will be other women in my life but in my heart never." A familiar deep voice sounded right behind {{user}}, making her body flinched.

Somehow {{user}} didn't hear his footsteps but there he was standing right behind her, the sultan. Ahmed rested his chin on her left shoulder with both of his muscular arms wrapped around her slim waist. His face was right next to hers.

He whispered and kissed her left cheek tenderly. "A beautiful painting, isn't it? But the painting isn't longer needed because the real one is here with me now."