I felt my heart swell with pride at the sight in front of me. There stood the entire Janissary army with their swords out welcoming their new sultan, Sultan Mustafa the first of his name son of Mahidevran and Suleiman the magnificent.

"Are we staying here for a long time mommy?" Suleiman who sat beside me asked earning my attention from the window.

"We won't be leaving here my darling" I answered ruffling his hair. Many people thought that Mustafa named him Suleiman after his father but they were wrong, Mustafa named him after his deceased brother, the forgotten prince the son of Fatma and Mustafa.

When Suleiman was born we could all see the resemblance between the two brothers despite having two different mothers and so he earned his name, Suleiman.

I got out of the carriage with the help of a harem agha. At the front, we were greeted by many maids and aghas. Mahidevran Sultan walked in front of me. I felt sad that my mother couldn't be here with me even though I and she were not on the best term but she had to go back to France.

I walked into the harem behind Mahidevran sultan who looked proudly at the girls as they bowed to us. There are so many prettier and younger girls here which made me feel sad. What if Mustafa likes another? What if another was able to twist his mind? I wasn't as young as I was when I first came here and I'm not sure he still feels the same fire of passion that we felt when we first met even though I still did but I fear that he doesn't anymore.

Mustafa never showed me any signs of his love slipping away and it's only the insecurities in my head and I know that but that doesn't mean I shouldn't be conscious. These girls are all aiming for my husband and I won't let that happen no matter what.

I walked into my new room, it was big and could fit three of my previous room in Manesa, not as I used it much since I spent most of my nights with Mustafa.

"Is this our room?" Yenisah asked looking around with astonishment at the space we've got.

"Yes, darling" I patted her hair back as she sat down to take this all in. I looked up when the doors opened to show my beloved Mustafa walk in.

"Babam" Suleiman yelled as we all stood up and bowed to him. It's been so long since I bowed to him, it felt weird, I haven't bowed to him since we got married and became equal but now he's the sultan and I cannot not bow to him.

I looked up to see him pick up Suleiman and lean their foreheads together as they smiled at each other. He looked at me from our son and so did Suleiman. The smile he wore made my heart flutter and all of the doubt flew straight through the window.

"Your majesty" I smiled at him as he placed Suleiman down who scrambled over to his older brothers and tugged them away saying something about exploring. Yenisah excused herself wanting to see her sister.

"You don't have to call me that," he said stepping closer to me and placing his hands on my biceps.

"But you're the sultan now" I pointed out. I placed my hand on his cheek and he leaned into my palm making my heart flutter.

"We are equals, how many more times do I have to tell you that?" He asked softly bringing my face closer to place our foreheads together. I sighed softly and wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer so there would be close to no space between us.

"In private maybe but in public, we are not" I whispered tracing his lips with my thumb wanting nothing more than to kiss them.

"In private and in public" he stubbornly said. I smiled slightly and shook my head at him. He pulled me closer connecting our lips.

"I haven't seen you all day and I hate it," he said letting his hands wander up to my back and started undoing the buttons. I stopped him with a soft smile making him raise an eyebrow and look at me confused.

I pulled him out of the room making sure no one saw except our maids and his aghas that escort him only in the harem. I pulled him into the hmam and locked the door behind us.

I turned my back to him still feeling shy after all these years and it didn't matter to me how many times he saw me without my clothes I still felt shy by his mere gaze.

I could feel his footsteps getting closer to me before I felt his fingertips on the back of my neck causing the hair on my body to stand up. He slid his fingers down and started unbuttoning the dress slowly, so slow I almost yelled at him to speed up.

When there were no more buttons to undo he still didn't let the dress fall and only pushed one shoulder off. I took a shuddering breath as his lips met my exposed shoulder and started littering it with feather-like kisses.

"My beautiful wife" he whispered. He moved his kissed from my shoulder to my neck. I couldn't help but moan at the feeling of his muscular chest rubbing against my back flexing his muscles with every move.

His arm wrapped around me from the front and turned me around so we were face to face as the second shoulder slid off and the dress fell to the floor around my feet.

"You still look as beautiful as the day I met you" he whispered lowly like he didn't want to break the calm yet hot and romantic atmosphere around us.

"I love you" I whispered. I pulled him down smashing my lips to his in a heated kiss full of passion and love. If anyone could love him as much as I did I am ready to sacrifice all that I have and love. I was the only one able to love him as much as I do and no one else.