closed starter for @emirhisham
IT HAD BEEN SOME MONTHS SINCE THEY HAD SAID THEIR GOODBYES. news of the peace talks which would be held in portugal hadn’t reached hurrem until her arrival into constantinople to celebrate the marriage of her niece and, though she was most excited to be reunited with her osman kin, it made it clear that she would not return home to cordoba or be reunited with her husband or their children until she would set sail for portugal for it made most sense in the name of safety that she travel along side the sultan. words of emotion and of the heart were poured out onto parchment and sent across the seas but that was as close as she had been to her spouse for so long; TOO long, in truth.
ottoman fabrics which varied in detail and colour - all chosen by the emira herself - were laid out upon the furnature within the emir’s chambers by hurrem’s own careful hands. she had ordered the servants’ silence and requested a message be sent to hisham to inform him that a gift had been delivered to his chambers by an anonymous guest with no further information that might give away her identitiy. and so she waited. adjusting furnature to her own liking, making sure a healthy amount of light poured into the room so that the fabrics which she laid out upon chairs, a couch, a desk and the bed could be seen in all their beautiful glory. hurrem remained extremely busy, it was only when she came to a stop at the sound of the doors opening that she realised her haste was out of pure EXCITEMENT to be reunited with her husband once more.








