(No one's POV, or Narrator's POV... I dunno really)
4 months passed by and soon Ludmilla's and Mustafa's baby was born and the whole family got together.
German was also there to see his newborn grandchild and since his wife's death this was the first moment when he could smile from true happiness.
The baby was a girl and when it was time for her to be named the father has been walking back and forth in the room twice before he made his decision which made the sultan cry almost immediately:
- Your name should be... Angeles...
The mother smiled as soon as she heard the decision while looked over to the sultan who has been holding his head while trying to hold his tears back, but he failed.
- Mustafa... - he muttered.
He just smiled and after giving the baby girl to he mother he hugged his father.
Either of them said anything to one another, they were just hugging there for long minutes then after they let go of each other they went to the others.
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2 years passed by and the sultan seemed to be even more depressed than he was before and even though people were all worried about him no one could help him at all.
His sadness and depression over losing his beloved wife is bigger than anything...
Happiness have disappeared from him life, just as life itself.
I was just there.
The only happiness he had left was his daughter, Violetta.
She reminded him so much of her mother and exactly this is why he could always smile when she was around.
Years has been passing by with German wishing to be by his beloved Angie's side.
He wanted to leave the cruel world, but it seemed like Allah wanted him to live longer...
He also visited Angie's grave every day and sometimes he even took his granddaughter who has been named after her...
- Is this the valide's grave? - the little Angeles asked as she looked up at her grandfather with her big, green eyes.
- Yes, darling... - he sighed - Did you know that you got your name after her? - he asked while looking at her lovingly.
- Yes! Daddy told me about it! - she smiled happily - He also said that she was an amazing and powerful woman too!
- She was...
- When I grow up I wanna be like her!
Hearing this made German sighed deeply and hug her gently.
- You're already amazing... Believe me, princess...
The little girl was 6 years old by now which meant the valide already died 6 years ago.
Since then her daughter Violetta was leading the harem, but she didn't plan to stay in place for too long since her family wasn't in the main palace, but in hers.
She was soon planning to give the place to Ludmilla, as her mother would have wanted it.
Meanwhile Mustafa has already made up with his mother, just as Angie asked him to be years ago.
Hardly, but he could forgive her for what she had done to him and his brothers, but she still didn't go back to the main palace.
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10 years passed by and now it was time to go into a war which German was waiting for the less.
He has been feeling exhaused and seriously not wanting to even leave his room, but he had to as his soldiers needed him.
As they were walking through the corridors the girls from the harem were standing at the wall, bowing their heads as usual.
German has been thinking the whole way until the moment when he heard:
- Sultan Süleyman!
The voice was very familiar to him so he turned around right away to see that there were actually no one speaking up at all.
- I thought it was her... - he thought to himself as he sighed deeply before continuing his way outside.
The voice he heard... Or atleast he thought he heard was Angie's voice...
Even now, after 10 years her voice still "haunts" him.
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German has been sick for 3 months by now and apart from Sümbül aga and his sons nobody knew about it.
Even to his daughter he hardly could tell...
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- What? Sick?! - she gasped as she looked like she was about to cry - I lost mother 10 years ago! I can't lose you too!
- We both knew that this is going to come soon as well - German replied, holding his daughter's hand - But you're strong... You have your family... You'll be fine...
- I know, but...
- No buts! - he smiled - You know... Your mother would be really proud of you now...
She smiled immediately as he metioned her mother.
- Thank you... - she muttered as she hugged him tightly.
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Out on the battlefield now German couldn't do anything, but to keep thinking about Angie and what will happen after this war.
Will he survive this too? Or this is going to be his last war? And what will he do when he does back to the palace?
Will he still be the sultan, or will he give up on that now and gave the throne to his son?
He didn't know any of the answers just yet...
But he didn't have any more time to think because soon he heard that rumors are going around between his soldiers about his sickness which made him really annoyed.
- Father, don't get angry - said Mustafa, trying to calm his father down, but no use.
He got up from his seat, got out of his tent, to the soldiers and shouted:
- As long... As long as I'm alive and I'm here... No rumors should be spread of me!! - he shouted on his deep voice - As long as I'm still here... I'm still leading you... I can still kill you right here... Right now!!!
Everyone was deep silent while his sons were all looking at him, rather worriedly as their father didn't seem to be so well.
As he headed back into his tent he collapsed almost immediately.
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Soon he woke up again in the bed, feeling really weak.
He knew what time is it for him...
His struggles didn't take too long as soon he started seeing something really beautiful which made his heart feel warm...
Angie.
He felt warm and happy. He knew it's time, but he wasn't worried anymore because he knew that everything will be okay when he leaves.
So soon he let out his last sigh...
The sickness took him away too.
But even his very last energy...
He was holding onto his beloved wife's ring...
He gave her...
In his very last moments...
He was thinking about her...
And that he'll see her again...
- Rest in peace, father... You'll see her again now... - Mustafa sighed painfully while the others were quiet.
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Soon they found the letter that the sultan wrote before his death where he left his wish that Mustafa should become the next sultan and everything happened as he wished.
The whole palace were really sad because of the sultan's death.
His sons and his only daughter were all sad, but they had to move on because they had a lot to do now, that Mustafa is the new sultan.
After years and years people were still talking about Kanuni Sultan Süleyman and Haseki Hürrem Sultana.
People might have said and thought many different things about them, but in one thing they all agreed:
That their love might have never been perfect, but their love was something that everyone was jealous of...
A Never ending love....
A/N: Hard to say, or not... This is the end of this story.
I know, it ended up really sad, but honestly... I had no idea how to finish it nicely and besides I wasn't planning to finish it nicely either.
Muhtesem Yuzyil/Magnificent Century is not about fun, but mostly drama after all :')
I still hope you liked it and thank you all soooo much to for reading and voting on this story.
Also to whoever was reading this from the beginning... I'm impressed with you! XD I'm glad you were still interested after chapter 100!
So... Yeah. Thank you and bye bye ^_^❤️