Chapter 9 - Episode 9.

Prince Vural: Hmmm, yes, he has grown. You never grew up anyway. Why do you keep laughing in that creepy way repeatedly? Enough, I can't take it anymore. Look, my son, I won't even say "prince" or "mrince," I'll just take you under my foot. Even Valide Sultana can't take you from me anymore. You're still grinning slyly. Bora, one day, you'll perish in my hands, believe me.

Prince Bora: Well, I'm just a kid, what's the big deal? Brother, please, enough, don't come at me like that anymore. I don't want to grow up. So what if I'm a bit playful? Why did you again stand so sternly against me? What's wrong, is making jokes forbidden just because we're princes?

Vural, looking up to the sky, once again said, "Oh, patience, I'm not saying anything anymore, I'm silent."

Due to Valide Sultana's words about the blue-eyed butterfly, Prince Mustafa blushed a bit, feeling a bit embarrassed, making his already red cheeks even redder.

Prince Mustafa: Mother, isn't it a bit inappropriate to talk about butterflies in front of everyone like this?

Valide Sultan: No, it's not inappropriate, don't worry. Everyone here is part of our family. No matter how much you grow, in my eyes, you'll always be that little Mustafa chasing a collection of butterflies with those tiny blue eyes. 🦋

At that moment, Prince Nevzat's emotional landscape had a complex and profound touch, resembling a painting. His mother's special attention to Mustafa had stirred a subtle melancholy within his inner world. This melancholy was an impression that had existed since childhood, as if colorful eyes were a unique privilege, perhaps exclusively reserved for Prince Mustafa. Even in moments of smiling, Valide Sultana addressed Mustafa as "My blue-eyed" and showered him with special affection. Despite the passing years, the fire within Prince Nevzat, this melancholy, still stood as an internal volcano, unextinguished by the flames of time.

His mother's particular attention, even in a changing world, was a melody that intoxicated Prince Nevzat. Perhaps he wanted to understand this special attention, or maybe he simply expected equal love, but this attention still caused him pain. In that moment, Prince Nevzat, oblivious to the surrounding reality, clenched his fists in pain within the grip of these intricate emotions. His fists were not merely a physical response but also echoes of an internal conflict. The emotions boiling within his inner world were sketching the canvas of his soul, much like the strokes of a brush on a painting.

After Valide Sultana reunited with Prince Mustafa, she approached Leyla Sultana, gracefully walking through the grand corridors of the palace. Leyla Sultana, filled with internal joy, welcomed her brother as he drew near. The magnificent atmosphere of the palace created a sense of peace and warmth in that moment.

Prince Mustafa stood before his sister Leyla and addressed her with a sincere smile. "Leyla, it's wonderful to see you. You've grown quite a bit, truly becoming a beautiful young lady. With your curly blonde hair and captivating smile, you are still enchanting as ever." His eyes sparkled with a pride and affection that couldn't be hidden as he observed the changing and maturing face of his sister.

Leyla Sultana smiled with satisfaction at her brother's compliments. Prince Mustafa's genuine words seemed to harmonize with the palace surroundings, creating a symphony of warmth and familial love that echoed through every corner of the palace, as if time stood still for a moment.

Leyla Sultana, as the daughter of Sultan Abildevranşah and Valide Sultana, shimmered in the splendor of the palace as an adorable princess and the sweet sister in the hearts of the princes. Along with her cheerful, rebellious, enthusiastic, and playful nature, she added an extra charm to her beauty. Her long, wavy, and golden hair further highlighted her extraordinary beauty. In the dazzling atmosphere of the palace, Leyla Sultana transformed into a captivating presence, akin to a fairy-tale princess.

Among her brothers, her relationship with Bora was particularly noteworthy. While their interactions occasionally turned into playful banter, the moments they spent together were filled with joy and energy. These playful exchanges echoed with laughter through the palace corridors, enhancing Leyla Sultana's image as a spirited and endearing princess.

However, Leyla Sultana was not only known for her spirited and playful nature; she was also recognized as the most adorable sister of her brother, Prince Mustafa. The time spent together strengthened their sibling bonds in a warm and friendly atmosphere. In the radiant life of the palace, Leyla Sultana shone brightly as both an endearing princess and a lively sister.