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"What do you mean I'm going to Shezade Mehmet tonight?" I demanded, shocked. Go to Shezade Mehmet's chambers? No formal introduction, meetings, nada. I didn't even know what he looked like. I got a vague description from sultana Mihrimah, but I still needed proof. Living proof.
I continued to stare at Nigar Kalfa, who shook her head, laughing.
"Oh you English are so funny." I wrinkled my nose. "Well, you aren't married yet, nor are you a concubine so don't worry. I'm pretty sure it's the formal introduction you were hoping for."
Ain't no way. Nigar can read my mind???
"Nonethless, you should still look your best, Princess!" Mera Kalfa said, pulling out two outfits.
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The first, a white-lace Kaftan.
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The second, a red velvet and gold lace Kaftan.
I absolutely loved both as I felt them. Different than what we wore back in England, but neither barbaric or foreign. Perfect. I loved the white one -it was simple and beautiful in a way-, but in the end I chose the red one, because it showed more of my class. I paired it with a gold tiara, my pink heels, and a lady-in-waiting styled my hair back. I looked in the mirror, and was satisfied.
Syumbul-agha came to my quarters, and immediately clapped in delight.
"MashAllah! What a beauty! The Shezade will most certainly be delighted to meet you!" I blushed at his kind words.
And so will I, InshAllah. Right? Syumbul-agha took my hand and began leading me out. I quickly waved goodbye to the kind ladies who helped prepare me, and we began making our way to the Shezade's chamber.
As we approached a well-lit hallway, Syumbul-agha stopped in his tracks.
"It's all you now, Princess." He backed away as I took a deep breath. Act confident, I told myself. You are a princess of England, betrothed to the Ottoman heir, Shezade Mehmet his highness. I held my chin up, and walked into the hall as the door opened for me. I came in and skidded to a stop as the Prince turned around to me. He was the single most gorgeous man I'd ever seen.
A/n: I'm sorry it's such a short chapter, but I kinda wanted some suspense for now :) Next chapter in progress! Don't forget to check out my Muhtesem Yuzyil Imagines, which as of 3/16/24 has over 200 views!!!! Please like, share, and follow!!!
