Previously known as " Sultan "
" Amna Tuzlic, the daughter of a famous family in Bosnia. She was only 13 when she got kidnapped and forced to be a slave for Serbian warriors that raided her beautiful city... Tuzla. Her family does everything to get...
" Mashallah! My Melek Sultan is so pretty! " the valide Sultan said happily, a wide smile on her face as she adjusted my tiara. " Valide Sultan! I'm still not a Sultana, please don't make my heart skip" I lightly complained but with a warmness in my voice. The Valide was truly happy, and everyone could notice that. " it's like I'm marrying my own daughter. So, shush dear. " my eyes shone at what the Sultana said. I was truly grateful. " Look my Güzel Nür. Look at the mirror. " she told me warmly, turning me to look at the mirror. The hatuns moving away to give me space.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
