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point divider / november 19th - november 25th

GIF CHAT / PARA REPLIES (10 points) : 60

EDITS / GRAPHICS (10 points) : 0

MEME RESPONSES (5 points) : 0

SELF - PARAGRAPHS (20 points) :0

CHALLENGES (20 points) :0)

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TOTAL : 455 + 60 = 515

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meleksvltan‌:

❛ you are certain ? ❜ she meant not to doubt her mothers expertise, but she needed that reassurance from her and once that need was sated, melek released a breath that she had not realised she had been holding. relief consumed her and leaning down slightly she pressed a kiss to her son’s cheek and then to her mothers. ❛ a drop of honey it is. ❜ turning her head slightly, melek sent a quiet order for them to go and see to that before she perched upon the bench, allowing her body to sink into the pillows as the worry that had previously consumed her flittered away. ❛ oh, i suppose so mother … florence is beautiful, everything from the language to the architecture ––– and the artwork is simply sublime ! ❜ she gushed and yet a ‘ but ’ lingered between them. ❛ i also find the politics of it all to be thoroughly exhausting. ❜ melek had always found the humdrum of statecraft to be exceedingly tedious, which was one of the reasons she strayed from the subject, refusing to get caught up in it all. ❛ i hear some even dared to insult my brother, is this true ? ❜ she shook her head at the audacity of it. ❛ i pray they were suitably punished ? ––– but what about you, mama, how are you finding florence ? ❜

hiranur nodded her head - she understood where the hesitation came from. she was glad to see that melek had relaxed now knowing that her boy was fine. even though her daughter was all grown up, it always warmed hiranur’s heart that her daughter still needed her. hiranur cradled erkan in her arms as she began to lull him to sleep. he seemed comfortable snuggling her arms and it reminded hiranur of the days when she held melek in her arms like thus. “it’s a very different from home, isn’t it?” while hiranur wouldn’t boast of their own empire’s talent, she saw the uniqueness that florence brought - a breath of fresh air which she enjoyed. hiranur laughed, “I daresay I do too. though think of this as an opportunity to make new friends. perhaps you’ll learn something new.” hiranur did advocate for adventure but caution was also naturally threaded in her spiels. “I have spoken to your brother and have heard of such cruelty. It is unfortunate to meet these unkind souls but we are not to be like them.” hiranur disapproved of playing fire with fire - and while not everyone would agree, it was her calmness that made issues resolve. she set the example for others to follow. “I am sure it has been dealt with, without much fuss. but as for I, I have taken to making more clothes for you and your siblings. perhaps I should make something new for the little one. he’s growing so quickly! otherwise, your father has managed to spare some time to accompany through the city.” she enjoyed her strolls with iskender but oft also missed him when he secluded himself in his work. “though I do miss him still when he’s cooped himself for hours in his studies like that,” a light laugh spilling from her lips.

#meleksvltan‌

beauchampx‌:

IT HAD NOT BEEN ELIZABETH’S INTENTION to intrude, in fact, she sought to do the exact opposite in her departure, yet her bubbled laughter had exposed her and there was no way to retreat. it was fortunate that the reception she received was not a cold one, she was not scolded or treated as a trespasser, and the maid of honour was most thankful of that. “ the pleasure is ALL MINE - i assure you - i am elizabeth beauchamp, lady-in-waiting to the queen of england. ” introducing herself always caused her posture to change ever so slightly, her shoulders would roll back and her chin tipped upwards at the reminder that she stood as a representative of the kingdom in the absence of a higher courtier. she must appear NOBLE in all aspects, regardless of how low she would appear in the hierarchy.

“ i apologise greatly if i have interrupted your peace, i was attending the palazzo as a guest to deliver a book and stumbled upon this heartwarming scene. ” a hand gestured towards where the children played, her gaze remaining low or towards the woman to whom she spoke in a bid to avoid intruding any further than she assumed she already had. the last thing she wanted was to offend, especially when she surprisingly found herself quite INVESTED in those residing within the palazzo. “ i only wish we all might get along as children do - without judgement or assumption. the world would be a greater place, would it not? “

“pleasure,” hiranurs soft voice murmured from pink lips. she was intrigued as to what an english lady in waiting was doing in the palazzo. certainly she must have some affairs to attend to seeing as the guards wouldn’t just let anyone in. though she doubted iskender would have invited a lady in waiting to visit - perhaps the girl was a friend of one of her daughters. if that was such the case, hiranur was pleased to think that her children were starting to make friends with the europeans. surely it would help strengthen bonds. “isn’t it? the children love to frolic under the florentine sun. while it may not be best for their complexions, at least they’re smiling.” hiranur’s heart warmed at the sight too.

it really showed how little care the kids had - in their eyes, they were all equal with each other. there were no politics standing in the way. “you’re very wise to say such a thing. it’s rare that many would share such a sentiment but i agree. it would be allah’s wish too - we weren’t made to kill. it’s always for love.” hiranur smiled - starting to take a liking to the strange girl who had stumbled her way into the garden. she turned to the girl once more, “was there someone you came here to meet in particular?”

#beauchampx

meleksvltan‌:

closed starter for @ofhiranur .

MELEK STRODE ALONG THE CORRIDOR with purpose in her every step. upon her hip erkan, her son, toyed with with the fabric of her veil and in that moment she had not the will to discourage such an action. the corridors of the palazzo were still unfamiliar to a certain extent, yet melek had long since memorised the route to her mothers chambers. coming before her doors, the eunuchs promptly announced her arrival and with the utmost haste, melek hurried inside, visibly somewhat distressed. ❛ mother, pardon the intrusion but i seek your guidance. ❜ with her brow furrowed in concern, she did not neglect the respectful courtesy hiranur deserved and as she did, erkan began to fuss in an attempt to reach his beloved grandmother. without hesitation, she handed the toddler over to her. ❛ i have just returned from the physicians on account of erkan feeling fevered, they assure me it is common in children that are teething but …. ❜ melek paused, glancing up at hiranur, eager to hear her reassurance. with a sigh, she shook her head and ran her fingers through her son’s hair. ❛ …am i over reacting ? he seems himself but i worry nonetheless. ❜

It felt like eons since she had last seen her beloved daughter. Melek entered, carrying Erkan in arm. She dismissed the formalities and Hiranur happily took the babe into her arms, cooing at her grandson. “I shall do my best, tell me what troubles you?” She had loved the child the moment he was born and doted upon him, aiding her daughter every step of the way. The sorrow that had transgressed when Melek’s husbands passed had been felt by all, Hiranur especially. It was unfortunate and Hiranur was adamant that her daughter’s life would befall misery for the years to come. She kept her ideas under wraps but she did seek to secure another match, preferably one which would keep her close. Her index finger curved as she gently brushed the cheeks of Erkan who began to babble. He was delightful. “you needn’t worry about him,” she brought a finger closer to his lips and he latched on, the gums tickling against his finger. “He seems to be growing his teeth. “to soothe him, you can give him a drop of honey. Not too much else he’ll only seek for it as food.” She sat down on her cot, bouncing Erkan on her lap as his tiny hands grabbed at her dress. “It is natural to worry, we all do. But he is a healthy boy,” she smiled. “Aren’t you?” her attention drawn back to her grandson as he made more incoherent noises. “Tell me, have you enjoyed yourself in Florence yet?” Her eyes gazing tenderly at her daughter - her own miracle child.

#meleksvltan #soft af for this

osmcnli‌:

motherly embrace never faltered in calming her, for joyous memories of childhood always followed suit & reminded her that she was very much loved. mihrişah was, undoubtedly, raised by strong women. their lessons helping to shape so much of who she became, none could dispute the grace which she possessed. &, while her family may have appeared strange to the other courts, gathered here in florence, it was HERS & it was perfect. “remarkably well, though i did at first feel overwhelmed,” she confessed, however there was no need for concern. “there are some similarities to home & yet everything is so different. validem even allowed me to visit the market, where i found beautiful velvet textiles. i intend to have them made into a dress – a modest style, of course,” she paused, briefly wondering if she should mention the guest found on the way back. but, good sense told her to keep quiet on the matter. surely, it would not happen again ; she had to properly represent the house of osman. in her eyes, they had produced a dynasty like no other ; with women who would stop at nothing to defend it & her belief in her father to make the empire a force to be reckoned with. their presence in florence solidified this, so the sultana held her head high & proud. “i hope to go with melek, the next time, if the opportunity presents itself.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Hiranur agreed nodding her head. It had been difficult adjusting to the Florentine lifestyle. She missed the comforts of their home, especially when it came to communication. Hiranur easily worried over the wellbeing of her family and the recent threats that had occurred did little to soothe her nerves. “I would be glad to take a look at the fabrics you’ve selected. Perhaps I can sew something for you out of it. Your brother was thrilled to have a new ensemble despite the fact that I’ve already made him nearly three of the same thing,” she chuckled. “That sound’s lovely. I feel more at ease knowing that you have good company. I have heard that security measures have been taken to secure our premises but I can’t help but worry about all of your well beings. Remember Mihrisah, you mustn’t do anything brash or foolish. However I suppose such words should be given to your younger sisters, you’ve always been a good girl.” Hiranur was genuine in her comments, always instilling virtue and responsibility as daily reminders.

#osmcnli

osmcnli‌:

it was rare for mihrişah sultan to go more than a day without seeing her family. as a little girl, the sultana had latched onto every single one of her relatives & naturally EARNED their affection with her sweet charms. blossoming into a woman had not changed her attachment to them at all. in fact, it only made her fonder. & as much as she enjoyed meeting, & getting to know, new people ; she loved telling her family about her adventures even more. today, she sought out hiranur hatun – mother of her eldest sister & a second mother to mihrişah. truly, she loved her with all of her being & trusted her enough to share guarded secrets ( though she hardly had any ). stepping into the room, after being announced by a page, mihrişah gives a respectful bow of her head to her elder. & cheeks are rosy as she smiles at the woman she greatly ADMIRES. “iyilikler dilerim, hanımefendim.” kiss is pressed against the top of hiranur’s hand & then brought to touch mihrişah’s forehead ; exactly how she greeted her own valide. “i have missed you,” she sweetly confesses & takes a seat beside her with a graceful sweep of her skirts.

@ofhiranur

while born from nehir, hiranur had played an integral role in rearing mihrisah. she had doted upon the girl ever since she took her first breath, fussing over her whenever she had a minor injury or a difficult day. while hiranur coddled all of nehir’s children with the same warmth for her own melek, there was always a sense of propriety and discipline in her teachings. she instilled dignity and kindness as much as she could in each and every one of them. at mihrisah’s arrival, hiranur was quick to gesture for her servants to bring forth all sorts of snacks and treats. “yükselmek sevgilim,” while etiquette was maintained, she was always quick to dismiss such formalities seeing as they were family. hiranur was quick to embrace her into her arms, parting with a smile on her face as she motioned her to sit besides her. “as I have you, my dear. how have you taken to florence? do you like it?” she was always encouraging, awaiting patiently for mihrisah to speak first. hiranur would listen, always.

#osmcnli

albarracinfola‌:

There was a good bit of coin in it for the maid who helped her get dressed and kept their mouth shut about her actions, more so, she imagined, than there would have been in tattling on her as they were being paid in an on-going sense by Fola and probably would have been scolded and punished for not being loyal enough, but this person was also paid to be an extra set of eyes for the princess, one whom had been given the task to make sure no one was around near the exit and report back so that Fola could escape without problem. They were usually good at this task,but perhaps in their coming back to her chamber, someone slipped out and found themselves in the path she’d thought was safe.

That was why a confusing and flustered Fola jumped and gasped before standing like a statue before Hiranur’s dark, stern gaze. The world outside their own kind was far too…different, and in sneaking off to take part of said world, Fola knew she was doing something that would upset her brother and leave people questioning her loyalty and her morals. That was why she could only think to lie, albeit poorly.

“I-i-it was a gift, Sultana.” She stammered out,hands moving to her chest as if covering it were not a concern she had always had. “ From a good lady who sought to welcome me today. I…thought it insulting not to wear it as she received me.”

“You needn’t be afraid, I will not reprimand you for choosing to honor the gift you’ve been given,” Hiranur responded, her tone soft in timbre. While the dress was certainly appealing, it certainly would raise eyes in the Ottoman empire. While Hiranur did not enjoy meddling in such trivial affairs, Fola was by extension - a part of the family, her attire would reflect as thus. “Perhaps you may wear it on another occasion? It is a bit ... scandalous for court decorum. If you are in need of new clothes, I would be glad to offer you any from my own collection.” Always ever giving.

Hiranur rarely found the need to purchase new gowns, tending to reuse or repurpose the ones that she was given. She adhered to strict protocol, embodying modesty at the core. “The fabric is indeed, very lovely. Might I ask who gave you such a beautifully designed dress?”

#albarracinfola #trying me best yeet

point divider / october 28th - november 19th

GIF CHAT / PARA REPLIES (10 points) : 40 + 50 (for the mentorship thread here)

EDITS / GRAPHICS (10 points) : 0

MEME RESPONSES (5 points) : 0

SELF - PARAGRAPHS (20 points) :0

CHALLENGES (20 points) :0)

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TOTAL : 365 + 90 = 455

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hurrcm‌:

HURREM WAS OVERJOYED to return to the embrace of one of her oldest and dearest friends after so much time apart. hiranur’s position may have been secure in her place as consort to their sultan but hurrem would always be firm in the fact that hiranur was HER FRIEND first and foremost, often when she inquired after the health of her sisters in the letters sent to iskender it was known she was referring to hiranur and nehir for she truly considered them to be as such. theirs was truly a bond of sisterhood that was only strengthened by their love and care for the sultan and the children. “ you shall be home before you know it, though not before you and i are able to spend some time together to make up for lost time. ” whilst it was true that hurrem made an effort to return home whenever possible, now that her children were grown visits became more frequent, it was still not enough and only served to make her heart LONG to return home permanently.

with great pleasure, hurrem joined hiranur in sitting whilst servants began to rush about due to the sultana’s sudden arrival and she might have even found amusement in their panic if it hadn’t been for the DELIGHT found in hiranur’s presence. “ seeing you in the flesh behinds me more JOY than any letter might, do not worry yourself on such things. ” a hand sought to hold that of the other woman in her grasp, a squeeze of her digits offering warmth and familiarity in spite of the foreign land in which they found themselves and the off customs that surrounded them at each turn. “ cordoba has taught me many things over the years and i believe that has afforded me a lot less surprise at the customs and traditions here, though i have never experienced it in such VIBRANCE. the greatest comfort comes from seeing you and having our family here. ”

IT WAS TRUE that the east and the west were not likely to become friends but so far politeness had prevailed, leaving subtle remarks and heavy gazes of disapproval as the only outlet, but hurrem was no fool to believe that it was impossible that any altercations would arise. she KNEW there had been a situation involving their crown prince - a fact which still continued to make osman blood boil - and so hurrem became cautious when it came to others within the household and extremely protective in the fact of any prejudice which might come their way due to lack of understanding. “ how has florence been treating you? you and the children have occupied many of my prayers, i hope your stay has been kind to you thus far? ”

“that would be lovely, I have missed your company - it can be lonesome at times,” hiranur admitted. it was ironic that the harem was far and wide but knowing those she could trust remained small and few. if it weren’t for nehir’s mutual support, hiranur would have truly found herself miserable at court. hurrem’s kindness had also equally strengthened hiranur to retain her place besides iskender.

bashful, hiranur sighed, “you know how I am, I find it careless and certainly improper not to have responded quickly. I shall do my best to be more swift in my future letters. however just your mere presence has brought me happiness. it is good to see familiar faces in a foreign place full of westerners.” hiranur returned the gesture. “you must tell me of all the things you have experienced and of the children. I have my own hands full with them but seeing them slowly succeed is beyond rewarding,” she confessed. the servants diligently brought in sweets as the two women conversed.

“my time in florence has had more ups than downs. Iskender found time out of his busy schedule to accompany and that has been lovely in itself. I feel as if I were in my youth again, it’s pleasant -” hiranurs voice soft, “pardon, I forget myself some days but the years have gone and at times I’m still in awe that I have remained close to his heart when there are others.” she loved her husband and thus, always served him. “as for the children, I worry most for mehmed but he has always been a good boy. I trust he will become a good man as well. I have made my daily prayers to protect him and the rest of our family. my thoughts for you are always remembered,” the warmth in her voice undeniable. “but enough of me, tell me of your adventures!”

#hurrcm

@albarracinfola

Hiranur had been occupied with her usual tasks. she sat outdoors under the veranda as her servants fanned her from the heat. her fingers slowly stitched the fabric in her lap, another piece for the new guests that had visited her. she hoped they’d take to the ottoman fashion as it wasn’t suited for everyone. the sunlight warmed her complexion and she was enjoying her time.

she turned her head and noticed a figure appear. while hiranur wasn’t the most familiar with the princess of cordoba, she vaguely knew of the woman. “pray tell me you aren’t running off in that sort of ensemble for the ottoman court are you my dear?” hiranur commented, warm but stern in tone as she observed the ensemble. despite being in florence, hiranur had adamantly refused the european fashion style finding it far too compromising. though it seemed as if fola had thought otherwise. “though I must say the color suits your complexion wonderfully.”

#albarracinfola #ten years later and i posted sorry for the delay!

michailrurik‌:

@ofhiranur

He knew not whether he detested the frivolous days spent engaged in parlor games and consuming dainty pastries; or if the rare indulgence of his untouched desires to lounge and enjoy, brought him an unmatched sense of joy. The small party was gathered beneath the Florentine sun, ladies covered with large parasols, held by maids who scurried after their every move; an Englishman had proposed the sport of cricket, which Michail designed to be a lazy-mans game, though an enjoyable one at that. Given a partner in the Sultan’s consort, he gave a half-hearted attempt to win - expending more efforts on conversation and socializing, then on participation. “I admire the English desire to take pleasure in childish whims; I do not know however, if I esteem this game to be worth as high stakes, as that Lord seems to believe them to be.” A portly gentlemen huffed and puffed, lacking physical fitness to dominate any arena other then a chair - but puffed with more pride and desire to win then any other. He and his partner, despite casually playing, had done well; stepping up to bat, the gentlemen sought to overthrow their slight lead. “Do you enjoy dabbling in such amusements in your court, my lady? I confess, I did not socialize as greatly as I should, when given the pleasure of visitation; perhaps the pending union, shall change that.”

On Hiranur’s own terms, she would’ve preferred to keep to herself in the innermost corners of the harem. But seeing as her current situation was made out of duty, she agreed. Her nerves remained, unsure of what to say - especially to a foreigner and a man at that. While her tongue had practiced the languages required for proper etiquette, there was still an unspoken fear of tripping over her syllables. “I must admit,I have just little insight on the games of the English,” Hiranur confessed, hands resting in her lap as she keenly watched. While she was putting together the rules in her head, she truly found the enjoyment of such a game to be diminutive. Her mind had started wandering into places of her schedule - the things she had to do for the children until the voice of her companion snapped her back into reality. “I’m afraid I have never had the luck to witness such whimsical games before this,” she murmured, “but I do agree, I apologize for my lack of ... the most interesting conversation. Rarely do I find myself socializing outside of the Sultan’s domain, a personal choice of mine,” she remarked. “But it seems you are quite talented at this sport, my lord. Well done,” she gently applauded, a smile gracing her features.

#michailrurik #idk i tried lol

rodonluselim‌:

@ofhiranur

“Baba!” shrieked three tiny girlish voices as Selim entered the room. Dropping to one knee, Selim held out his arms, scooping up his daughters in a bear hug as they threw their tiny limbs around him and all chattered at once about their adventures for the day. Grinning, he listened to them each. Chucking Ayşe under the chin, he flashed his grateful gaze towards Hiranur.

Wordlessly, two maids appeared to guide the children towards their gaggle of toys and Selim moved towards Hiranur. “Sultanım,” he greeted, bowing his head as he approached. “Thank you so much for watching over my daughters.”

Business of state consumed much of his days but, so long as Adalet, Ayşe, and Evren were under Hiranur’s loving charge, he was confident they were happy and well looked after. He also treasured the knowledge that they might, in turn, bring a little joy to Hiranur’s day, as well: they who had lost a mother and she who had lost daughters might, in each other, find some bond to help heal the incalculable losses they had known…or, at least, this was his great hope.

Selim’s daughters were not the only ones, however, who found peace around Hiranur and Selim felt the tension slough from his shoulders as he approached. The day had been a long one, but it was a comfort to be here, now, with the sound of sweet music floating through the aether, a nearby fountain, a soft, playful zephyr. Yes, this was a little haven in the madness of the world, but one, too, not merely in the physical sense. Hiranur’s very presence seemed to bring the scene a physic warmth that brought the softest hint of a smile to Selim’s face.

“They’ve not been too much trouble, today, I hope?”

A smile lit up on Hiranur’s features as she watched the girls greet their father. “Of course, it is the least I could do for all you have done, for the empire and for Iskender and me.” She was fond of Selim who had repeatedly proven his loyalty with each passing year.

She smoothed down the hair of Evren who had been the most rambunctious of the bunch. Hiranur adored them as if they were her own. It was unfortunate that they had lost their mother so early but Hiranur refused to let these girls grow without maternal love. Gladly she took charge in watching over their growth and making sure they were taught well and lived happily. None of these tasks were ever tedious as she naturally found solace in nurturing the future (or so that’s how she saw it).

“I assure you, they have done well.” Hiranur had spent the day making sure the girls were under the proper tutelage. It was natural for them to grow impatient but Hiranur worked through it, coaxing the girls to do their best often for rewards to come. It was difficult not to spoil them and she was certainly guilty of doing such. “they have done all the work they’ve been instructed to by their tutors. I’m sure they would love to tell you all about it,” Hiranur encouraged with a smile.

“How have you been?” It had been awhile since she found a moment to ask of Selim’s own wellbeing. “If there is anything you need, please let me know.” Always considerate of others, Hiranur took great bounds to be kind to all whom presided in her husband’s court.

#rodonluselim

beauchampx‌:

THE SOUND OF CHILDREN PLAYING was the most joyful of sounds, it held such power that she need not even see the sourcebefore the corners of her lips would curl and appear as a smile. it came as a sign of HOPE. the happiness of children was never something she could link to her own home, even to her own childhood, but elizabeth LONGED to have it in her future and to be the cause of her own children’s happiness. ONE DAY, she prayed. one day.

seeking to catch a glimpse of what brought about such childish laughter, lizzie moved quietly into the palazzo gardens opposed to taking her leave as she previously intended. a line of hedges obscured her emerald gaze and brought the oblivious english lady out into the open, where she could be seen by any soul that might notice how out of place she truly was. a gentle afternoon breeze blew the veil she wore each time she visited the ottoman palazzo and a pale hand was quick to secure its place covering her auburn locks, whilst her attention remained upon the playing children as JOYOUS laughter bubbled from her chest to part rosy lips. it was this laughter which brought a sense of self-awareness to her, as deer would react to hearing a sudden shift in the surrounding woods, her gaze turned to glance around in search for any whom might of heard her; thus she found herself standing before a woman she knew to be highly respected within the osman household. in a sign of modesty and admiration, elizabeth was quick to turn and swept into a curtsey in an eloquent manner to disguise how exposed and unequipped she felt. “ i apologise for my intrusion, sultana, the sound of the children called to me. ”

Hiranur had chosen to spend the day attending to the children as her fellow sisters were occupying themselves on a florentine market trip. Of course she had no complaints as she adored passing her hours with the kids. Her attention never strayed as she kept watch on each one, making sure no fights broke out and they played happily together. She had even allowed some of the other children borne from her servants to play alongside her daughters. In Hiranur’s heart of hearts, she believed that they would learn best from each other instead of the strict lectures of an adult.

The laughter that unfamiliarly entered her ears caught Hiranur’s attention. The woman in particular was not someone she recognized. However extensive culture study helped Hiranur identify her status and background. She was english but she donned none of the regalia that the royal family boasted proudly. However, she had her guesses as it wasn’t easy for anyone just to enter the palazzo without invitation. “Of course I understand, children are delightful, now I must ask - who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” It was rare for Hiranur to be acquainted with outsiders and when given the chance, she was curious .

#beauxchampx #it took so longggg but here we goooo

point divider / october 21st - october 28th

GIF CHAT / PARA REPLIES (10 points) : 10

EDITS / GRAPHICS (10 points) : 0

MEME RESPONSES (5 points) : 0

SELF - PARAGRAPHS (20 points) :0

CHALLENGES (20 points) :0)

LAST POST LEFT OFF ON (this is for my personal tracking count reasons): XX

TOTAL : 355 + 10 = 365

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hurrcm‌:

FOR ALL OF THE YEARS the sultana had lived in cordoba, married and began a family all of her own, there was no doubt that the home of the house of osman would ALWAYS be home to hürrem and a piece of her would always reside there wherever they might be it edirne or the more recently conquered constantinople. her feelings, however, did differ from member to member of the ottoman court. the many new members would likely go entirely ignored by the sultana, those she had no cause to trust yet would not be given an inch until they proved themselves WORTHY, but some the more familiar faces were of the dearest to her and perhaps none more so than the sultan’s most beloved wives; nehir and hiranur.

between the three of them, they had striking differences right down to the very hearts they nurtured and protected, yet it was these contrasts which merged together and created something of an unwavering support for their sultan and his offspring. whilst nehir was most similar to hürrem in terms of their fiery attitude, it was hiranur’s more gentle nature that the sultana admired endlessly and almost ENVIED. when it came to the time she had left at this summit she felt shrouded in uncertainty and, with that in mind, she dared not take a moment of it for granted and if she were not speaking of political matters or seeking the company of her BELOVED brother, hürrem was certain to be found amongst the women she considered to be no less than sisters.

allowing her escort to open the doors for her, the emir’s consort entered the chambers reserved for hiranur hanim with a warm smile capturing her lips and erasing all traces of the false joy she was forced to display for foreign royals and dignitaries alike. “ what is it which keeps you inside on a day such as this, beloved hiranur? i am joyful that it easy for me to seek your company but i do not wish to imagine you are LONESOME here. ”

@ofhiranur

despite hiranur’s stay in florence, it was difficult to make it a home - she missed the comforts of those that remained back in the palace. she had been afraid of speaking, unused to the freedom that the harem hardly promoted. the confines of her own quarters brought her comfort and it was in her daily prayers that brought her solace. her worship to allah always went unwavering, her worries often washed away when she had her moments of silence with the almighty only.

while she had taken up several activities in her spare time, she found all of it to be rather tiresome - practicing her speech in a foreign tongue was exhaustive. she had her fair share of mistakes and while she was always free to rely on another to translate the words, she felt even more useless in that regard. and so, she had taken it upon herself to spend her day with rest, committing to the one hobby that required nothing else but needlework. after several years of practice, she had become quite masterful in the craft and prided herself in making pieces that were personal and hand touched. her days rarely passed by without her journaling either. perhaps it was foolish to be thinking of the days when she would leave the earth, but she wished to write something to keep intact an essence of her voice for those who’d stay behind.

as she finished the last sentence on the parchment, she was quick to bounce to her feet, setting the papers aside. seeing hurrem brought a bright smile immediately upon her visage. despite formalities, hiranur couldn’t help but dash toward the red haired woman, embracing her immediately. “oh how lovely it is to see you my dearest hurrem. the sultan has been wonderful company but I’m afraid my reclusiveness mainly resides in my fear of speech and my fondness for true home. I miss it dearly.” she gestured for hurrem to sit besides her, motioning the servants to quickly retrieve refreshments. “but your visit has certainly brought excitement into my mundane life. it’s been so long - i have been meaning to send my letters, but to speak to you here in the flesh is far better.”