"What could prince want from me right now?" I asked standing up and walking out of my room.

I walked in and bowed to Mustafa and Mahidevran who was standing beside him while Mustafa's friend and guard ChaliChali stood in front of them holding a maids arm.

"Thyra do you know this maid?" Mustafa asked the second I stood beside him.

"No, why?" I asked looking worriedly at Mahidevran who shook her head with a pale face.

"She was caught by Diana placing this letter in hiding," Mustafa said pulling out a small piece of paper. I took it from him worriedly and opened it to read what was inside of it.

"Dear sultana Hurrem

I have many things to tell you, but what is most important news of them all is that I saw the prince and the French princess in an intimate moment together in the prince's private courters-"

I stopped reading after that feeling fears build up inside of me, I looked up at the maid who only smirked at me.

"She's a spy," I said now realizing what Mustafa meant.

"Read the last bit Thyra," Mustafa said not looking away from the maid as he glared at her.

"I also received the poison you sent me to put in the Prince's food and I will do it as soon as next week and you will be rid of the dangers over your sons-"

I looked up and glared at the girl just as Mustafa pulled out a small vial filled with yellow liquid making grimace at the sight.

"What are you gonna do now my prince?" I asked handing the letter back to him.

"I will send her to Istanbul," he said before waving for ChaliChali to take her out, Mahidevran excused herself and left.

I turned to look at Mustafa just as he did, I couldn't hold myself back and pulled him in for a hug making him sigh at contact.

"I prepared a present for you my love" I looked at Mustafa with a raised eyebrow but he just smiled and pulled me out of the room, I shuddered at the cold weather pulling my coat closer to my body as we walked over to the tower.

We stood on the second floor watching the people that sat on the first floor, Mustafa took my hand that was clothed in a glove.

"Do you agree on the marriage between prince Mustafa and princess Thyra?" The shaikh asked ChaliChali. I gasped and looked at Mustafa and was about to tell him to stop this madness but he stopped me with a finger in my lips.

"As the Prince's representative I agree on this Union," ChaliChali said making tears filled my eyes.

"Do you agree on the marriage between prince Mustafa and princess Thyra?" The shaikh asked again this time to a man I've never seen before.

"As the princess's representative I agree on this Union," the man said making grin widely happily, we're finally truly each other's now. I turned to Mustafa and smiling widely just like him, I pulled him in for a hug unable to contain myself any longer making him chuckle and hug me back.

After that, I went back to the Harem to get ready for the night. I walked into my room

Still not believing what had happened only to see Mahidevran sultan standing there.

"Forgive me, sultana, I swear I didn't his highness for this, you know how much I value Mustafa and wouldn't want his relationship to be strained with his father," I said kneeling down in front of her.

"Stand is Thyra, if I hadn't agreed to this it wouldn't have ever happened," She said as I stood up, she was smiling at me.

"Besides Mustafa has been thinking about this for a while and he prepared everything with my help," she said and pointed to the dress on my bed making me smile at the sight of the silk material.

"But I must warn you, no one should know about this." She said I nodded understanding what she meant before I started getting ready with the help of the maids and madam.

I was thankful that I was granted the chance of changing my religion to Islam two weeks ago and I became even more happy that I was able to marry the prince of my dreams instead of a prince double my age who was spoiled as hell.

I walked down the corridor feeling my heart hammering in my chest as I watched everyone bow to me as I walked passed even Fatma hatun.

I couldn't stop smiling as we reached the last hallway that leads us straight to Mustafa's room.

I walked into Mustafa's room where he stood waiting for me, all of the maids and aghas left the second I stepped foot into the room giving us our privacy.

I walked over to him and kneeled down taking his silk robes in between my fingers and placed a delicate kiss to it. He placed his hand under my chin making me rise from the floor and stand in front of him looking straight at him, he pulled the veil over my head making it rest at the back of my head.

"My beautiful wife," Mustafa said tasting the word for the first on his tongue, I felt my heart skip a beat as the word reached my ears.

"Mustafa May I ask you for something?" I asked looking up at him with hope in my eyes.

"Anything my wife," Mustafa said making grin happily.

"Can you give me a new name, I changed my religion and I married you and I became a whole new person, a person made only for you and I want to have a name for that person that now belongs to you" I said placing my hand on his cheek.

"Of course. From now on your name will be Nasira" he said kissing my forehead.

"Nasira, what does sit mean?" I asked curiously.

"Nasira comes from Nasir which means victory, you are my greatest and most important victory," he said before smashing his lips to mine making me sigh in happiness before he picked me up bridal style and placed me on the bed.