CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
Suleyman was true to his word and stayed with his love for the following seven months. He kneeled at her side as young Beyazit was born—proudly holding the young Khan in his arms moments after he emerged to take his first breath. When Haseki sank into an exhausted sleep he lay down beside her, cuddling and kissing her and his new son.
When her eyes flickered open the next day, Suleyman was there to greet her. His smile was brilliant as he leant down to kiss her once more, a hundred times more.
“Good morning, my heroine.” He shifted the small bundle of a child from his arms to hers. “You certainly have the tenacity and courage of the finest Janissary Officer to have achieved this victory. May a thousand ducats rain on you from heaven every time you take a breath in yo
