Mahidevran Sultan entered the grand hall of the harem, her presence commanding immediate attention. Her two loyal maids, Ayşe and Fatma, lined up the young women, each one a potential concubine for her son, Mustafa.

Mahidevran’s eyes swept over the assembled women, her gaze cold and calculating. She moved gracefully along the line, evaluating each one for signs of grace, intelligence, and loyalty. The room was silent, tension palpable.

“These are the finest women in the harem,” Ayşe murmured, stepping back.

Fatma added, “Only the most worthy will earn the honor of serving Prince Mustafa.”

Mahidevran paused, her sharp eyes assessing the women before her. She had not yet chosen, but her mind was keenly observant, noting every detail. The future of the Ottoman Empire rested on this decision.

“Prepare yourselves,” she said finally. “One of you will soon be chosen to serve Prince Mustafa. Prove your worthiness.”