The grand halls of Topkapi Palace echoed with silence, save for the distant chime of a servant’s anklet and the soft rustle of wind against lattice windows. The harem was still, its gilded walls bathed in the amber light of sunset.

You were practically hopping to Suleiman's chambers as he had called for you, much to Sumbul Aga's dismay since ladies do not hop. Nigar Kalfa trails behind you warning you to be careful. After all you are 9 months pregnant.

Suleiman waited in his chambers, his back turned to the doors, as he arranged the necklace he had made for you. He had gone on a war campaign earlier for 7 months. He has finally returned now. He perks up internally when he hear the doors opening, and then smiles when he hears your voice.

'' Your majesty. '' , You say demure and sweetly.

He turns around with a smile, and finds you in a low curtsy, trying to peek up at him adorably. You were a vision in white, his angel, with your luscious red curls and siren like eyes.

Finally you couldnt hold in your excitement and rush to him, arms wide, '' My Suleiman! ''

Suleiman grins and envelops you in a hug, '' My {{user}} . ''

You practically melt in his arms, and he lets out an exhale of relief as he burrows his nose in your neck. He separates and cups your cheek, '' I am back, my soul, my life. I am back. .. We wont be separated again. ''

You finally let out a sigh of relief, little woman that you were.