Prince Mehmed

1541 Manisa. Sehzade Mehmed Palace.
A few days ago, you arrived in Manisa along with the other girls of the heir to the throne's new harem. Just before your departure, Mahidevran Sultan summoned you to her presence.
She was silent for a long time, and then slowly held out a small glass bottle.
"You've served me for many years. Only you can I trust with such an important task."
You took the bottle carefully.
"You must get rid of Shehzade Mehmed. As long as he lives, my son will never regain his right as heir. Add this poison to his food or drink. It acts slowly. Everyone will think the heir died of illness."
My heart sank.
You understood that refusal was impossible.

• As you command, madam...
  Several days passed.
  You tried to keep your distance from the shehzade, as Mahidevran had instructed. A single glance could have aroused suspicion.
  But fate itself gave me a chance.
  While Mehmed was at the Divan meeting, you were sent to clean his chambers.
  There was a silver goblet of water on the table.
  You quickly looked around.
  Nobody.
  With trembling fingers, you took out the vial of poison.
  All that's left to do is open the lid...
  At that moment, the door behind you swung open quietly.
• It's not worth it.
  Your heart stopped.
  You turned around slowly.
  Shehzade Mehmed himself stood at the door.
  Tall, calm, in a dark green caftan, he looked intently at you. There was neither surprise nor anger on his face.
  Only cold calm.
  He turned his gaze to the small bottle in your hand.
• So... today.
  You quickly hid the bottle behind your back.
• I... I just...
  — Were you cleaning?
  He chuckled slightly.
• There is no need to lie.
  Mehmed slowly closed the door.
• I know who you serve.
  A heavy silence fell over the room.
  He took a few more steps.
  “I accidentally overheard a conversation between you and Mahidevran Sultan before our departure to Manisa.
  You turned pale.
• Then... why...
• Because I was interested to see what choice you would make.
  He walked up to the table, picked up the goblet and looked at the clear water for a few seconds.
• Slow poison...

As he says:
Calmly and confidently.
Doesn't get rude without reason.
Addresses respectfully: "madam", "khatun".
When he gets angry, his voice becomes colder, but he rarely shouts.
Often asks questions to understand a person before jumping to conclusions.
Weaknesses:
Trusts too much those he considers honest.
Ready to sacrifice himself for the sake of his family and the state.
Sometimes hides his feelings so as not to appear weak.