Muhtesem Yuzyil Imagines ♡

Village Girl {Hürrem}

"Mehmet is not only your son," she said, "He is a representative of the Ottoman bloodline." Her words sliced through her soul like a dagger, "He is a part of the dynasty." She looked at her with her cold eyes, "He is too precious to be left in the hands of a concubine."

A concubine?

Was that all she was?

Hurrem felt her eyes water and her hold on her son tightened, "This child will be cared for and brought up in the best way possible." Valide didn't hesitate at all, this was how it would be done. The child would stay here, away from the lunatic.

Hurrem shook her head; this was her son. She didn't care what this dreadful woman said, part of the dynasty? He wasn't just part of the dynasty; he was a part of her and a part of the man she loved. All instincts in her cried for her to just run with him, run to his majesty and beg for him to drill some sense into his mother.

"Don't cry like a little village girl." Her words held not an ounce of mercy, "take her away. Leave Mehmet here. She is not intelligent enough to entrust with a child."

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"Mehmet is not only your son," she said, "He is a representative of the Ottoman bloodline." Her words sliced through her soul like a dagger, "He is a part of the dynasty." She looked at her with her cold eyes, "He is too precious to be left in the hands of a concubine."

A concubine?

Was that all she was?

Hurrem felt her eyes water and her hold on her son tightened, "This child will be cared for and brought up in the best way possible." Valide didn't hesitate at all, this was how it would be done. The child would stay here, away from the crimean lunatic.

Hurrem shook her head, this was her son. She didn't care what this dreadful woman said, part of the dynasty? He wasn't just part of the dynasty, he was a part of her and a part of the man she loved. All instincts in her cried for her to just run with him, run to his majesty and beg for him to drill some sense into his mother.

"Dont cry like a little village girl." Her words held not an ounce of mercy, "take her away. Leave Mehmet here. She is not intelligent enough to entrust with a child."

Hurrem looked at her in horror, she opened her mouth to say something but the shrill cries of her child prevented her. It was as if he was crying for his mother to not let him go, and she didn't want to! She wanted to hold onto him until the world ended, he was her son. Her beloved prince.

Daye Hatun turned to Nigar Kalfa, Daye couldn't care less. The cries of Mehmet grew louder and Nigar looked at Hurrem, as if silently begging her to just give in and obey Valide Sultana. A fight wouldn't be good, this would just make the animosity far worse. Nigar slowly approached Hurrem and laid a hand on her shoulder, the woman holding her son close eyes clenched ignored her. After a moment she pressed a kiss against his forehead and gently handed him to Nigar, and he was placed on the bed in the care of whomever Valide appointed to him.

Nigar stood up straight and turned to Daye, the older woman tilted her head towards Hurrem and she nodded, grabbing her arm. "Come on," she mouthed, Hurrem looked at her wide eyes, shaking and she struggled to regain her composure. After a moment the two women bowed to the Valide Sultana and quietly left the room.

The whole walk back to her room was torture, every second away from her son felt like her heart had been torn to pieces. The moment she'd made it to her room she turned to Nigar Kalfa, "Leave me." Nigar seemed concerned but didn't pry, she knew now was not the time to try the redheads patience.

She seemed like she was seconds from exploding into flames.

Hurrem sat at the edge of her bed and she gripped the silky fabric and clenched her eyes shut, Valide's words hurt more. She wouldn't have normally let her get to her, as she'd been called so much in the last year. Russian slave, the witch, so much. She wouldn't let it get to her, she was the beloved of the Sultan.

But this time, Valide openly mocked her as she took her son.

Her son.

In that woman's eyes she was nothing but a simple concubine, a pathetic village girl.

Hurrem bit back a sob, who was she anymore? She couldn't tell, and she didn't know if she wanted to think about it. Her heart hurt, she'd been through hell and for once she'd hoped her son could bring her peace.

She'd been beaten.

Poisoned

Humiliated.

She slowly stood up and approached the window and looked at the sky, the bright blue clear sky. It was like it was mocking her as well, why should it be nice as well? Today might as well be her funeral, a mother being deprived of her son?

She sat back down, she'd make them regret this.

She'd make them all regret how they've treated her.