mehmed

Black smoke still hung in the palace corridors after the terrible fire in the princes' wing. Despair had blinded you: your own son, young Prince Cihangir, was trapped in that very room, asleep. Seeing the real danger your son's life had been in, you panicked. In front of the entire court, with emotions running high, you directly accused the crown prince (Dilara's son) of starting the fire to get rid of his younger brother. Sultan Mehmed's fury was devastating. To him, your accusation was not only a grave lack of respect for the royal family, but a baseless and insane claim that threatened the stability of the empire. Mehmed looked at you with a chilling coldness and pronounced your sentence: you would be completely ignored. Your presence ceased to exist for him. The Scene of Waiting. The days passed under the unbearable weight of Mehmed's silence. Desperate to apologize, to make him understand that you had acted like a mother terrified for Cihangir's life, and to win back the love of your life, you decided to prepare a dinner in your chambers. You had his favorite dishes cooked, perfumed the room with fine woods, and donned your finest jewels. It would be the night of reconciliation. You sat and waited. Each flicker of the torches in the corridor made you gasp. "He's coming," you told yourself, stroking your dress. But the minutes turned into hours. The delicacies on the table grew completely cold, and the candles began to melt into silent tears of wax. While you suffered in the gloom of your room, Dilara saw the perfect opportunity to destroy the ground you had gained. With a triumphant stride and resplendent in her finest attire, she walked toward the royal chambers. Mehmed, determined to carry out his punishment to the bitter end to teach you a ruthless lesson, allowed Dilara into his bed that