I sighed happily as I opened my eyes and looked beside me to see Mustafa still asleep as he held me close to his body like he was afraid I would disappear in the night and never return.

I cuddled even more into him as I saw him stir not wanting to let go just yet, his arms held me tighter as he regained his consciousness.

"Good morning my Nasira" Mustafa said running his fingers through my light brown locks.

"Good morning my Mustafa," I said back looking up at him smiling. He pulled me in for a kiss making ma sigh happily as we pulled away.

"I still can't believe that this is real," I said truthfully.

"It is real my love" Mustafa reassured me as I tightened my grip around him.

"It feels like a dream that finally came true and I want to hold on tightly to it because I'm too scared of letting go, maybe if I let you go I will wake up in the real world and this will disappear once and for all," I said sitting up a little but not letting his go.

"It won't I promise my victory," Mustafa said kissing my lips passionately making me forget all of my worries and we laid back down and held each other too scared of letting go of each other.

I sat in front of Mustafa with a smile as we ate out breakfast together, I couldn't help myself I've been calling this man in front of me my husband for the past three weeks yet it still sound so surreal and like a dream, every night when we go to sleep I don't close my eyes until I fall asleep unconscious staring at him too scared he would disappear and I would wake up beside some snobbish 50 years old prince who only cares about power and a crown.

I stood up as Mahidevran walked in and bowed, she smiled at me as she walked over to her son who took her hand in his and placed a small kiss to the back of it, that's when I was hit by a wave of dizziness, I tried to hold myself back from swaying but it went in vain.

"Nasira are you okay?" Mahidevran Sultan asked making snap my head in her direction which wasn't such a good idea.

"I'm fine sultan-" I said but before I could finish my sentence everything went black and I felt the cold hard floor greet me with open arms.

I opened my eyes only to be forced to close them again as the light hit them. I sat up looking at the doctor beside me as she put her stuff away and Mustafa was standing beside my bed worriedly with Mahidevran sultan beside him.

"What happened?" I asked confused since I remembered nothing other than fainting.

"What's wrong with her?" Mustafa asked the doctor worriedly.

"Nothing but great things my prince, the princess is pregnant," she said smiling widely at him. Mahidevran gasped in shock before smiling happily.

Mustafa grinned as he sat down beside me and took my hand in his as I recovered from my shock, he placed a small kiss to the back of my hand.

"My Nasira we're gonna have a small prince soon," Mustafa said holding my hand tightly.

"Or a beautiful sultana," Mahidevran said happily.

"Suleiman will have a brother or a sister soon," Mustafa said happily just as a Gihan hatun walked in hurriedly.

"My prince, prince Suleiman is very sick" all of our smiles we whipped off our faces at the news. I got up from my bed and ran alongside Mustafa to Fatma's room.

We walked in to see her crying as the doctor examined the small prince, at that moment for the very first time ever I felt sympathy for the former favourite.

"Your highness the prince has smallpox and I advice you to stay away from this room because it can get to you too because you can get it through the air." The doctor said.

I gasped in horror as I looked at the small prince that was weeping in his bed with tears filling my eyes.

"Come on let's get out, you heard the doctor especially you Nasira, you're pregnant and won't be able to fight off the sickness if you got it," Mahidevran sultan said trying to usher me out. I looked at Fatma to see her glaring at me as she cried over her son. I tried to fight against Mahidevran's grip but was stopped by Mustafa.

"My mother is right, come on Fatma, you too Nasira" Mustafa said and placed his hand on my waist as I walked out of the room first.

Poor Fatma I have no idea what she's going through but I'm sure I wouldn't want that kind of a pain to even my enemy, a child is a treasure from God to people like us and losing that treasure is the most painful thing a person can go through I'm sure. May Allah help the young prince and bring him back to health.

I sat beside Mustafa with my hand on his shoulder as he stared off into the distance sadly.

"Allah won't forget him Mustafa and he will get better soon" I spoke for the first time that night.

"I hope so my Nasira," he said taking in a deep breath and sitting up straight.

"We have to be strong for him and Fatma, we have to remember him in our prayers," I said placing my hand on his cheek.

"You are truly a treasure from God to hold me together," Mustafa said and pulled me in for a hug as he finally let his tears leave his eyes as he felt sadness for his son.